Camelot!

Camelot!

In far-off France I hear you call

Camelot!

Camelot!

To you alone I give my all

I know in my soul what you expect of me

And all that and more I shall be

A knight of the Table Round should be invincible

Suceed where a less fantastic man would fail

Climb a wall no one else can climb

Cleave a dragon in record time

Swim a moat in a coat of heavy iron mail

No matter the pain, he ought to be unwinceable

Impossible deeds should be his daily fare

But where in the world

Is there in thе world

A man so *extraordinaire*?

C'est moi! C'еst moi, I'm forced to admit

'Tis I, I humbly reply

That mortal who

These marvels can do

C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I

I've never lost In battle or game;

I'm simply the best by far

When swords are crossed

'Tis always the same:

One blow and au revoir!

C'est moi! C'est moi! So adm'rably fit!

So adm'rably fit! A French Prometheus unbound

And here I stand, with valour untold

Exeption'ly brave, amazingly bold

To serve at the Table Round!

The soul of a knight should be a thing remarkable

His heart and his mind as pure as morning dew

With a will and a self-restraint

That's the envy of ev'ry saint

He could easily work a miracle or two

To love and desire he ought to be unsparkable

The ways of the flesh should offer no allure

But where in the world

Is there in the world

A man so untouched and pure?

(C'est moi!)

C'est moi! C'est moi, I blush to disclose

I'm far too noble to lie

That man in whom

These qualities bloom

C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I

I've never strayed

From all I believe;

I'm blessed with an iron will

Had I been made

The partner of Eve

We'd be in Eden still

C'est moi! C'est moi! The angels have chose

To fight their battles below

And here am I, as pure as a pray'r

Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare

The godliest man I know!

C'est moi!