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It was a teen-aged wedding And the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierr Truly loved the mademoiselle And now the young Monsieur and Madame Have rung the chapel bell C’est La Vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They furnished off the apartment With a two room tag-end sale The coolerator was crammed With TV dinners and Ginger Ale But when Pierre found work The little money come in, worked out well C’est La Vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono Boy, did they let it blast 700 little records All rock and 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 chitney Was cherry red fifty-three Drove it down to Orleans To celebrate their anniversary It was their where Pierre was wedded To the lovely mademoiselle C’est La Vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell It was a teen-aged wedding And the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre Truly loved the mademoiselle And now the young Monsieur and Madame Have rung the chapel bell C’est La Vie say the old folks It goes to show you never can tell
