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!