| 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 crossed | 
| 'Tis always the same, one blow and au revoir | 
| C’est moi, c’est moi, so adm’rably fit | 
| A French Prometheus unbound and here I stand, with valor 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 I stand, as pure as a pray’r | 
| Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare, the Godliest man I know, c’est moi |