(Chuck Berry)      It was a teenage wedding   And the old folks wished them well   You could see that Pierre   Did truly love the mademoiselle.      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 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."      (Wind it up now.)   --- Instrumental ---   (Scotty, what you got?)      They had a hi-fi phono   And boy did they let it blast   Seven hundred little records   All rock rhythm and jazz.      But 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."      (Don't stop now, boys.)   --- Instrumental ---   (Whoo, yeah.)      They bought a souped-up jitney   Was a cherry-red '53   Drove it down to Orleans   To celebrate the anniversary.      It was there that Pierre was wedded   To the lovely mademoiselle   "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."      (That's right, young love...)