They were madly in love and crazy about each other. They had made plans and their vision for the future was ready. They promised eternal marriage in a small chapel. C'est la vie, say the old folks, a cozy show you never can tell. They had a high-five photo, boy, did they let it blast. 700 little records on rock and rhythm and jazz. But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell. C'est la vie, say the old folks, a cozy show you never can tell. They bought a souped-up jitney, it was a cherry red 53. Throw it down, New Orleans, to celebrate the anniversary. It was there that Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle. C'est la vie, say the old folks, a cozy show you never can tell. They were madly in love and crazy about each other. They had made plans and their vision for the future was ready. They promised eternal marriage in a small chapel. C'est la vie, say the old folks, a cozy show you never can tell. C'est la vie, say the old folks, a cozy show you never can tell. C'est la vie, say the old folks, a cozy show you never can tell.