They had a hi-fi phono, 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
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them 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…
That man is an imposter. I don't remember ever saying that.
My grandfather and his children.
What happened to my blond hair... it's so unfair...
Don't even think about touching my bike!
When I was young boats were made of wood and men were made of steel...
Now men are cyborgs and Frailty, thy name is woman.