Mama is a queen and papa is a king

So I am a princess, 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 Boheme

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 be a screechy peachy cantatrice

Like other plump girls that I see

I hate society

I hate propriety

Art is calling for me

I'm in the elite and men sigh at my feet

Still I do not fancy my position

I have not much use for the men that I meet

I quite burn with lyric ambition

Those tenors so sweet, if they made love to me

I'd be a success, that I do know

And Melba I'd oust

If I once sang in Faust

That opera so charming by Gounod

Girls would be on the brink

Of hysterics, I think

Even strong men would have to go out for a drink

I long to be a prima donna donna donna

I long to shine upon the stage

With my avoirdupois and my tra la la la la

I would be the chief sensation of the age

I long to hear them shouting "Viva" to the diva

Oh, very lovely that must be

That's what I'm dying for

That's what I'm sighing for

Art is calling for me