[Intro]
D G
[Verse]
G
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
D
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
D
And now the young madame and monsieur have rung the chapel bell
G
“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 TV dinners 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
[Verse 2]
G
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
D
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
D
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
G
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
[Solo]
G D D G
[Verse 3]
G
They bought a souped-up jitney, ’twas a cherry red ’53
D
They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
D
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
G
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
[Verse 4]
G
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
D
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
D
And now the young madame and monsieur have rung the chapel bell
G
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
D G D G
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
[Intro]
D G
[Verse]
G
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
D
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
D
And now the young madame and monsieur have rung the chapel bell
G
“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 TV dinners 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
[Verse 2]
G
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
D
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
D
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
G
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
[Solo]
G D D G
[Verse 3]
G
They bought a souped-up jitney, ’twas a cherry red ’53
D
They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
D
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
G
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
[Verse 4]
G
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
D
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
D
And now the young madame and monsieur have rung the chapel bell
G
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
D G D G
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell