(chuck berry)
It was a teenage wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that pierre
Did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame
Have rung the chapel bell
"cÔÇÖest la vie", say the old folks
It goes to slow 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 cominÔÇÖ worked out well
"cÔÇÖest 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 rockinÔÇÖ rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
"cÔÇÖest la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney
TÔÇÖwas a cherry-red fifty nine
They drove it down to new orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was there that pierre
Was wedded to the lovely madÔÇÖmoiselle
"cÔÇÖest la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
