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 [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] 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