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I sing a great and glorious version of this song:
Camelot! Camelot!
In far off France I heard your call
Camelot! Camelot!
And here am I to 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
Succeed 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 the world
A man so extraordinaire
C'est moi! C'est 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 cross'd
'Tis always the same
One blow and au revoir
C'est moi! C'est moi!
So admir'bly fit
A French Prometheus unbound
And here I stand with valor untold
Exception'lly 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 untouch'd and pure
[spoken] 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 stray'd from all I believe
I'm bless'd 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 chosen to fight their battles below
And here I stand as pure as a pray'r
Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare
The godliest man I know
C'est moi!
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