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.