(Verse 1)
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

(Chorus 1)
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
(Verse 2)
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

(Chorus 2)
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