Prima Donna

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 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 Can I take a message, please? 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 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 Can I take a message, please? 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