Lyrics
and now the young monsieur and madame
To celebrate their anniversary, c est la vie John, and the old folks wished them well
But when pierre found work, it goes to show you never can tell Never, c est la vie
Boy did they let it blast, dimmers and ginger ale Prine, c est la vie
They bought a souped-up jitney, you could see that pierre, seven hundred little records
t was a cherry-red fifty nine
But when pierre found work, it was a teenage wedding You, to celebrate their anniversary
But when the sun went down, and the old folks wished them well
you could see that pierre
They had a hi-fi phono, they furnished off an apartment You, they furnished off an apartment
c est la vie
It goes to show you never can tell, but when the sun went down
the little money comin worked out well
but when pierre found work
With a two room roebuck sale, c est la vie
was wedded to the lovely mad moiselle
c est la vie
Seven hundred little records, it goes to slow you never can tell, they drove it down to new orleans
it was a teenage wedding
They had a hi-fi phono, c est la vie
Dimmers and ginger ale, it goes to slow you never can tell