When I was just a little boy
I asked my father: What will I be?
Will I be handsome, will I be rich?
Here’s what he said to me
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Now I have children of my own
They ask their father: What will I be?
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly
Que sera, que sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que sera, sera
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