Ooh, oh,
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be, will be,
The future's not ours, to see, yeah
Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover what will Ibe
Will I be lonesome day after day
Here's what he said to me

Que Sera, Sera, yeah
Whatever will be, will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be, will be
Whatever will be

Well the futures not ours to see no
Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

Que Sera, Que Sera, yeah
Whatever will be, will be, will be

The futures not ours to see no no
Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

When I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will they be
Will they be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.

Que Sera, Sera,
Que Sera, Sera,
Oh oh oh
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be, will be
I said, whatever will be will be

Whoa, the future's not ours to see hey
Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera
Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera

Yeah Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera
Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera
Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera
Ooh, oh

Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be yes
Whatever will be
Whatever will be yes
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Que Sera
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be yea
Que Sera
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Oh, whoa, whoa whoa
Oh, oh,
Whoa,
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Que Sera
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Whatever will be
Ooh

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Writer(s): Billianne, Elijah Hill, Jay Livingston, Ray Evans