I met Livingston over the years at various songwriters' gatherings. Other than that moment of vocal glory, Jay belonged to a line of Hollywood songwriting teams who, unlike their Broadway counterparts, never became household names - Warren & Dubin ("I Only Have Eyes For You"), Robin & Rainger ("Thanks For The Memory"), Fain & Webster ("Love Is A Many-Splendored Thing"), and Livingston & Evans. He'd done it on the demo, and the production company decided they liked it just as it was, with Livingston warbling:
#The song que sera sera tv#
Aside from that moment of glory, when kids met Jay Livingston, they were impressed not that he was the guy who wrote the theme song to "Mister Ed", the celebrated TV show about a talking horse, but that he was the guy who sang it, too. The closest thing to celebrity was when they got to play the songwriting team bashing out a parody "Buttons and Bows" at the New Year's party in Sunset Boulevard. It was written by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans, and, if you've never heard of 'em, don't worry about it they never did. She had not cared for it when she first heard it, although it became her biggest hit and the theme of her TV show. Que sera sera." But, evidently, Doris was by then more proscriptive than she was when she introduced her boffo shoulder-shrugging hit. "Whatever will be will be," as Buddy might well have barked in a withering riposte. If the President's chocolate lab were to be left intact, she argued, he would be liable to prostate problems which might cause embarrassing urinary accidents on grand White House occasions. Nonetheless, Buddy's perky blonde nemesis was insistent. Of all the potential perils the modern world has to offer, the possibility that Doris Day will publicly call for your castration must rank as pretty low. At one point, Miss Day wrote to the White House demanding he be neutered – the dog, that is. "That's really my philosophy." Tell it to Buddy, Bill Clinton's late pooch. "Que sera sera," Doris told me a few years back. The future's not ours to see", and I certainly did not see that.īeyond such personal associations, the song remains Miss Day's. A year or so on, I was back in Miquelon at the same restaurant and inquired of the owner about the aforementioned charming waitress: She had committed suicide in France, and for a while the lyrics rang a little mordant with me - "Whatever will be will be.
A couple of weeks later, I was in a joint in Vermont, and another young chanteuse sang it in contemporary style, somewhat less successfully.
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