Yeah well here's a song to put those nasty shorters in there...

Yeah well here's a song to put those nasty shorters in there place...

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 Syrah, Syrah
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not bright you see
Que Syrah, Syrah
What will be, will be"

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart "what lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said

"Que Syrah, Syrah
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not bright you see
Que Syrah, Syrah
What will be, will be"

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother "what will I be?"
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly

"Que Syrah, Syrah
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not bright you see
Que Syrah, Syrah
What will be, will be"
What will be, will be
Que Syrah Syrah!"