| Camelot, Camelot, in far off France, I heard your call
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| Camelot, Camelot and here am I to give my all
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| 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
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| Succeed where a less fantastic man would fail
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| Climb a wall, no one else can climb 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 that mortal who these marvels can do
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| C’est moi, c’est moi, 'tis I, I’ve never lost in battle or game
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| I’m simply the best by far when swords are crossed
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| 'Tis always the same, 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 and here I stand, with valor untold
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| Exeption’ly brave, amazingly bold, 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, c’est moi
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| C’est moi! |
| C’est moi, I blush to disclose, 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, 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 we’d be in Eden still
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| C’est moi, c’est moi, The angels have chose to fight
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| Their battles below and here I stand, as pure as a pray’r
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| Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare, the Godliest man I know, c’est moi |