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-stars "brother" I call my co-stars "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