C'est La Vie
It was a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished them well.
You could see that pierre
did truly love his mademoiselle.
And now the young monsieur and madame
have rung the chapel bell.
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
with a two room roebuck sale.
The coolerator was crammed
with t.v. dimmers and ginger ale.
But when pierre found work
the little money comin' worked out well.
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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, oh well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
Oh yieah
They bought a souped-up jitney
T'was a cherry-red fifty three
They drove it down to new orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there that pierre
Was married to the young mad'moiselle
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
Oh yeah
It was a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished them well.
You could see that pierre
did truly love his mademoiselle.
And now the young monsieur and madame
have rung the chapel bell.
Oh well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell.
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell.
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell.
Wohoo
and the old folks wished them well.
You could see that pierre
did truly love his mademoiselle.
And now the young monsieur and madame
have rung the chapel bell.
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment
with a two room roebuck sale.
The coolerator was crammed
with t.v. dimmers and ginger ale.
But when pierre found work
the little money comin' worked out well.
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
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, oh well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
Oh yieah
They bought a souped-up jitney
T'was a cherry-red fifty three
They drove it down to new orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there that pierre
Was married to the young mad'moiselle
"c'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
Oh yeah
It was a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished them well.
You could see that pierre
did truly love his mademoiselle.
And now the young monsieur and madame
have rung the chapel bell.
Oh well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell.
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell.
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
it goes to show you never can tell.
Wohoo
Credits
Writer(s): Lindsay Gaeil Christian Armaou, Diego Fabian Grimblat, Caroline Daian, Raymond George Hedges, Tracy Ackerman, Sinead Maria O'carroll, Keavy Jane Lynch, Edele Claire Lynch, Martin Sean Brannigan
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