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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well.
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You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,
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and now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell.
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'C'est la vie,' say the old folks, 'it goes to show you never can tell.'
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They furnished off an apartment from a two-room Roebuck sale.
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The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
G
but when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out wel.
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'C'est la vie,' say the old folks, 'it goes to show you never can tell.'
C
They had a hi-fi phono?oh boy, 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, the rapid tempo of the music fell.
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'C'est la vie,' say the old folks, 'it goes to show you never can tell.'
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They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53.
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They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary,
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It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle.
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'C'est la vie,' say the old folks, 'it goes to show you never can tell.'
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It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well.
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You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle,
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and now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell.
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'C'est la vie,' say the old folks, 'it goes to show you never can tell.'
Written by Chuck Berry