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