Lyrics:

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
Well, well, well, well, oh
Que sera, que sera, que sera (Oh)

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover, what will I be?
Will I be rich day after day? (Sing, Rose)
Here's how my lover said

Que sera, sera (Yeah)
Whatever will be, will be, will be (Ooh, ooh)
Que sera, sera
Whatever (Whoever) will be, will be, will be
Oh, oh, the future's not ours to see, mhm, mmm, mhm, mmm
Que sera (Hey), que sera (Well, well, well, well, well), que sera
(Oh, you'll get down, ooh)

Que sera, sera (Can't stop me, ooh, ooh)
Whatever (Not whoever) will be, will be, will be
The future's not ours to see, oh, oh, oh, oh
Que sera, que sera, que sera

Now I have children (Well) of my own
They asked their mother, what will I be?
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?
I tell them dream (Well, well, well, well)

Que sera (Que sera), sera
(Mmm, oobie-doo, woo, woo, woo, ooh)
Que sera, sera
(Yee, mhm, mmm, come on, whoa, whoa, oh)
Que sera, sera