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,
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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