It was a teenage wedding and the
old folks wished them well
We could see the
P .A. did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and
madame have rung the chapel bell
C 'est la vie, the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
They finished off an apartment with
a two -room romantic sale
The
Coolerator was jammed with
TV dinners and ginger ale
And when
Pierre found work,
the little money comin' worked out well
Said, I'll be, said the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
They had a high -five, photo party,
they let it blast
Seven hundred little records all blues,
rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down,
the volume went down as well
Said I'll be, said the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
They thought a souped up
chimney was a cherry red 53
And drove her down to
New
Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there where
Pierre was wedded to the lovely
Mademoiselle
Said, I'll be, say, oh folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
They had a teenage wedding and
the old folks wished them
You can see that
Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and
madame have rung the chapel bell
C 'est la vie, c 'est les hauts -forts,
the ghosts are shown, you never can tell