Que Sera, Sera

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
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.


So Here I am, a pony-tailed baby
Dressed up with a bow, just look at me!
Pleasing my mother, playing my role
I'm as cute as can be.

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

But now with time, my mother got lazy.
Look at my hair, what a strange thing!
Without a bow, and no ponytail,
I look just like Don King...?

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

Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.