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It was a  
[C] teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well. 

You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoi 
[G7]selle. 

And now the young monsieur and madam have rung the chapel bell, 

'C'est la vie', say the old folks, it goes to show you never can  
[C] tell. 

They furnished  
[C] off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale. 

The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger  
[G7] ale. 

But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well. 

'C'est la vie', say the old folks, it goes to show you never can  
[C] tell. 

They had a  
[C] hi-fi phono, oh boy, did they let it blast. 

Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and  
[G7] 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  
[C] tell. 

They bought a  
[C] souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53. 

They drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversa 
[G7]ry. 

It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle. 

C'est la vie', say the old folks, it goes to show you never can  
[C] tell.