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 co-star's brother
  I call my co-star's name
  I play both good and evil parts
  I sing to Verdi's play
    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 wave
  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