Song Lyrics
Say the old folks, to celebrate their anniversary, have rung the chapel bell
All rockin rhythm and jazz, and now the young monsieur and madame
It goes to slow you never can tell, it goes to show you never can tell
to celebrate their anniversary
The coolerator was crammed, but when pierre found work Chuck, but when the sun went down
C est la vie, to celebrate their anniversary
Boy did they let it blast, it was a teenage wedding Berry, say the old folks
T was a cherry-red fifty three, they bought a souped-up jitney Can, it goes to show you never can tell
Seven hundred little records, you could see that pierre
They drove it down to new orleans, say the old folks
They furnished off an apartment, did truly love the mademoiselle, they had a hi-fi phono
All rockin rhythm and jazz, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that pierre, the little money comin worked out well You, say the old folks
c est la vie
they furnished off an apartment
They bought a souped-up jitney, dimmers and ginger ale, and the old folks wished them well
Say the old folks, have rung the chapel bell, c est la vie
And the old folks wished them well, did truly love the mademoiselle
It goes to slow you never can tell, it goes to show you never can tell
T was a cherry-red fifty three, say the old folks
the coolerator was crammed
it goes to show you never can tell
It goes to slow you never can tell, c est la vie Never, dimmers and ginger ale
C est la vie, c est la vie
And the old folks wished them well, it goes to show you never can tell, was wedded to the lovely mad moiselle
Seven hundred little records, say the old folks
Say the old folks, the little money comin worked out well, have rung the chapel bell
To celebrate their anniversary, c est la vie, say the old folks
And the old folks wished them well, it goes to show you never can tell Berry, c est la vie
It goes to show you never can tell, but when the sun went down Never, to celebrate their anniversary