dumb design diva

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 Bohéme 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

Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aah-aaaaahhhhhh

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

From the Broadway Comic Opera "The Enchantress" - 1911 (Victor Herbert / Harry B. Smith)