Bobby Angel - C'est La Vie

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre truly loved his mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rang the chapel bell
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished out an apartment on a two-room Roebuck sale
Coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
Pierre found work a little money came and 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 about rhythm and jazz
And when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up Chevy, a cherry-red '53
They drove it down to New Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre found he truly loved his mademoiselle
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre truly loved his mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rang the chapel bell
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre he truly loved his mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rang the chapel bell

Written by:
ASIA BRYANT, LASANNA HARRIS, MARLON ANTHONY MONTGOMERY

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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