Title: Camelot Song
            From: Monty Python and the Holy Grail
  Transcribed By: unknown

Look, my liege!
(It's only a model.) 
Arthur: Knights, to your new home.  Let us ride...to ... 
We're knights of the round table, we dance whene're we're able. 
We do routines, and border scenes, and footwork imp-e-cable; 
We dine well here in Camelot, we eat ham and jam and spamalot. 
We're knights of the round table, our shows are for-mid-able 
The many times, we're given rhymes, that are quite un-sing-able 
We're often mad in Camelot, we sing from the lie of hamalot! 
Though we're tough and able, 
Quite in-de-fa-ti-gable, 
Between our quests, we seek incest and impersonate Clark Gable, 
It's a busy life in Camelot: 
(Bass-Solo): I have to push the pram-a-lot! 
Arthur: On second thought, let's not go to Camelot.  It is a silly place. 
Assorted Knights:  (mumble) Yeah, let's go, agreed, etc... 

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