It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell See'est la vie, say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with two rooms by themselves The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work the little money coming worked out well See'est la vie, say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all rockin' rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell See'est la vie say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped up jittny, was a cherry red fifty three They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate their anniversary It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely Mademoiselle See'est la vie say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell
It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle And now the young Monsieur and Madame have rung the chapel bell See'est la vie say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.