Can't Predict Tomorrow

Two young hearts, a party tonight, And John's the hero for his love, all right. They step outside, bells are ringing clear, "C'est la vie," - can't predict tomorrow, but have no fear. They furnished their new place with IKEA flair, In the fridge, ramen, soda, and some pears. John got a job, the money's falling down, "C'est la vie," - can't predict tomorrow, in this town. The stereo blasts, shaking up the block, Seven hundred records, metal, punk, and rock. As the sun sets low, the noise starts to fade, "C'est la vie," - can't predict tomorrow, but we'll parade. They bought a car, an old jalopy ride, And drove to the city where their love did bide. Anniversary cheers, a carnival so bright, "C'est la vie," - can't predict tomorrow, but it feels right. Chorus: We can't predict tomorrow, but we'll dance tonight, In the rhythm of the rumba, everything's all right. With rock and roll in our souls, and love so true, "C'est la vie," - can't predict tomorrow, but I got you.