When I was just a little boy
I asked old David
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

When I was just a child in school
I asked my teacher
What should I try?
Should I paint pictures?
Should I sing songs?
This was her wise reply:

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
When I have children of my own
They'll ask old Alvin
What will I be?
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?
I'll tell them tenderly:

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

Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que sera, sera