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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle

And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
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"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"


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They furnished off an apartment with a 2-room Roebuck sale
                                                      E
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,

But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
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"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"


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They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
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700 little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz

But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
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"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"


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They bought a souped-up jitney, was a cherry red '53
                                                      E
And drove it down to Orleans to celebrate their anniversary

It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
                                                                  A
"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"


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They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
                                                    E   
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle

And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
                                                                  A
"C'est la vie," say the old folks, "it goes to show you never can tell"