Art Is Calling For Me (I Want To Be a Prima Donna)
Lucy O'Byrne
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