We're
knights of the round table,
We dance whene'er we're able.
We do routines and chorus scenes,
With footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot,
We eat ham and jam and spam-a-lot
We're
knights of the round table.
Our shows are formidable.
So many times,
We give them rhymes,
That are quite unsingable.
We're opera mad in Camelot,
We sing from the diaphragm-a-lot.
In war, we're tough and able,
Quite indefatigable.
Between our quests,
We sequin vests,
And
impersonate Clark Gable.
It's a busy life in Camelot.
I have to push the pram-a-lot.