Bob Seger - C’est La Vie lyrics

It was a teenage wedding and the
Old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre did
Truly love the mademoiselle
And 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 finished off an apartment with
A two-room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was jammed with TV
Dinners and ginger ale
And 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

They had a hi-fi phono
Boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all
Blues, rock, rhythm, and jazz
But when the sun went down
The volume went down as well
C'est la vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney
It was a cherry red '53
And drove it down to New
Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was
Wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
C'est la vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell (Oh)

They had a teenage wedding and the
Old folks wished 'em well
You could see that Pierre did
Truly love the mademoiselle
And 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
Oh, never can tell