Mama is a queen and Papa is a king
So I am a princess and I know it
But court etiquette is a dull dreary thing
I just hate it all and I show it
To sing on the stage, that's the one life for me
My figure's just like Tetrazzini

That opera by Signor Puccini
I've roulades and the trills
That would send the cold chills
Down the backs of all hearers of my vocal frills

I long to be a prima donna, donna, donna
I long to shine upon the stage
I have the embonpoint
To become a queen of song
And my figure would look pretty as a page
I want to hear them shouting: "Viva" to the Diva
Oh, very lovely that would be
That's what I'm sighing for
That's what I'm crying for
Art is calling for me

I want to be a prima donna, donna, donna
I long to shine upon the stage
I have the embonpoint
To become a queen of song
And my figure would look pretty as a page
I want to hear them shouting: "Viva" to the Diva
Oh, very lovely that would be
That's what I'm sighing for
That's what I'm crying for
Art is calling for me