Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be a Prima Donna)

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

I know I'd win fame if I sang in bohème

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