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!