| It was a teenage wedding
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| And the old folks wished them well
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| You could see that Pierre did truly love
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| The madamoiselle
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| And now the youn monsieur and madame
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| Have rung the chapel bell
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| C `est la vie, say the old folks
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| It goes to show you never can tell
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| They furnished off an apartmen twith a two room Roebuck sale
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| The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
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| But when Pierre found work
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| The little money comin` worked out well
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| C `est la vie, say the old folks
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| It goes to show you never can tell
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| They had a hi-fi phono, boy
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| Did they let it blast
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| Seven hundred little records, all rock,rhythm and jazz
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| But when the sun went down
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| The rapid tempo of teh music fell
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| C `est la vie, say the old folks
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| It goes to show you never can tell
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| They bought a souped-up jitney
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| `Twas a cherry red `53
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| They drove it down to Orleans
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| To celebrate the anniversary
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| It was there that Pierre was married
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| To the lovely madamoiselle
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| C `est la vie, say the old folks
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| It goes to show you never can tell
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| They had a teenage wedding
 | 
| And the old folks wished them well
 | 
| You could see that Pierre did truly love
 | 
| The madamoiselle
 | 
| And now the youn monsieur and madame
 | 
| Have rung the chapel bell
 | 
| C `est la vie, say the old folks
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| It goes to show you never can tell |