Prima Donna Songtext
von RVG

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