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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 |
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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 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 |
