| Camelot, Camelot
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| In far off France, I heard your call
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| Camelot, Camelot
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| And here am I to give my all
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| I know in my soul what you expect of me
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| And all that and more I shall be
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| A knight of the table round should be invincible
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| Succeed where a less fantastic man would fail
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| Climb a wall, no one else can climb
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| Cleave a dragon in record time
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| Swim a moat in a coat of heavy iron mail
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| No matter the pain, he ought to be unwinceable
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| Impossible deeds should be his daily fare
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| But where in the world, is there in the world
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| A man so extraordinaire?
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| C’est moi, c’est moi, I’m forced to admit
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| 'Tis I, I humbly reply
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| That mortal who these marvels can do
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| C’est moi, c’est moi, 'tis I
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| I’ve never lost in battle or game
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| I’m simply the best by far
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| When swords are crossed, 'tis always the same
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| One blow and au revoir
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| C’est moi, c’est moi, so adm’rably fit
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| A French Prometheus unbound
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| And here I stand, with valor untold
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| Exeption’ly brave, amazingly bold
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| To serve at the table round
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| The soul of a knight should be a thing remarkable
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| His heart and his mind as pure as morning dew
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| With a will and a self-restraint that’s the envy of ev’ry saint
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| He could easily work a miracle or two
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| To love and desire he ought to be unsparkable
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| The ways of the flesh should offer no allure
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| But where in the world, is there in the world
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| A man so untouched and pure?
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| C’est moi
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| C’est moi! |
| C’est moi, I blush to disclose
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| I’m far too noble to lie
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| That man in whom, these qualities bloom
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| C’est moi, c’est moi, 'tis I
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| I’ve never strayed from all I believe
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| I’m blessed with an iron will
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| Had I been made the partner of Eve
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| We’d be in Eden still
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| C’est moi, c’est moi, the angels have chose
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| To fight their battles below
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| And here I stand, as pure as a prayer
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| Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare
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| The godliest man I know, c’est moi! |