Prima Donna

[Verse 1] Well, I'm paying for my former brilliant act And everybody pats me on the back And they treat me like the person on TV But that's not me It's not me Well, I wish that all the master tapes would burn The memory wiped from everybody's mind As some drunk man in a car shouts, "Say the line" And I slowly die Oh [Chorus] Your cast reunion isn't worth the money I'd be lying if I said the show was funny Rebecca called to call me a prima donna Well, I'd rather starve than talk to her again Take a message, please [Verse 2] You see, I'm paying for my former brittle act And everybody thinks that I am a hack But I just really want to be the pan Without the flash Ha [Chorus] It's not about the value of the offer I don't want to be a lamb into the slaughter Rebecca called to call me a prima donna Well, I'd rather starve than ever talk to you again Take a message, please [Outro] I take a message, I take a message I take a message, I take a message I take a message, I take a message I take a message, I take a message I take a message, I take a message I take a message, I take a message I take a message, I take a message I take a message, I take a message Take a message, woo!