Lyrics

C'EST LA VIE

Black stripes on the pavement
White knuckles on the wheel
Well you never could say, never could say
Never could say to me
The things that you feel

C’est la vie, mon ami
Keep on driving, driving, driving
Till you get yourself free

Black lines on the postcard
Red alert on the way
Well you never could stand, never could stand
Never could stand it
That I saw it that way

C’est la vie, mon ami
Keep on driving, driving, driving
Till you get yourself free

You had no indecision
You had such savoir-faire
It was a sin of omission
A mayday condition
For which I never bothered to prepare
Now I know why you carry a spare

Black label on the rocks please
I own this red Naugahyde stool
Well you never could stand, never could stand
Never could stand to see me
Act like a fool

C’est la vie, mon ami
Keep on driving, driving, driving
Till you get yourself free

Music and lyrics by Dan Navarro ©1990 Jodada Music