| C | |
| It was a | teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well. |
| G | |
| You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoi | selle. |
| And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell, |
| G7 | C | G | |
| 'C'est la vie', say the old folks, it | goes to show you never can te | ll. |
| G | C | |
| They furnished | off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale. |
| G | |
| The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger | ale. |
| But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well. |
| G7 | C | G | |
| 'C'est la vie', say the old folks, it g | oes to show you never can | tell. |
| They had a hi-fi phono, oh boy, did they let it blast. |
| Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz. |
| But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell. |
| 'C'est la vie', say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell. |
| They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53. |
| They drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary. |
| It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle. |
| C'est la vie', say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell. |
| REPEAT#1. |
| A sixties smash from Kraziekhat. |