Opera Singer
I am an opera singer
- I am an opera singer
- I stand on painted tape
- It tells me where I'm going
- And where to throw my cape
- I call my costars "brother"
- I call my costars "knave"
- I play both good and evil parts
- I sing to Verdi's grave
- And every single morning
- By 10 AM I'm dressed
- My rehearsals last for hours and hours
- With diligence I have been blessed
- Some people they call me monster
- Some people they call me saint
- My talent feeds my darker side
- Yet no one will complain
- I am an opera singer
- I sing in foreign lands
- I've sung for kings in Europe
- And emperors in Japan
- And after each performance
- People stand around and wait
- Just to tell me that they love my voice
- Just to tell me that I'm great
- I am an opera singer
- I will sing when you're all dead
- I sing the mountains crumbling apart
- I sing what can't be said
- I am an opera singer
- I sing in foreign lands
- Most people seem to know my name
- Or at least know who I am
Let's listen to my solo!
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