Camelot, Camelot
In far-off France I hear your call
Camelot, Camelot
Who you our Lord, I'll leave my all
I know in my soul what you expect of me
And all that and more I shall be

A knight of the Table Round should be invincible
Succeed where a less fantastic man would fail
Climb a wall no one else can clim
Cleave a dragon in record time
Swim a moat in a coat of heavy iron mail

No matter the pain, he ought to be unwinceable
Impossible deeds should be his daily fare
But where in the world
Is there in the world
A man so "Extraordinaire"

C'est moi, c'est moi, I'm forced to admit
'Tis I, I humbly reply
That mortal who
These marvels can do
C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I

I've never lost, in battle or game
I'm simply the best by far
When swords are crossed
'Tis always the same
One blow and au revoir

C'est moi, c'est moi, so admirably fit
A French Prometheus unbound
And here am I, with valor untold
Exceptionally brave, amazingly bold
To serve at the Table Round

The soul of a knight should be a thing remarkable
His heart and his mind as pure as morning dew
With a will and a self-restraint
That's the envy of every saint
He could easily work a miracle or two

To love and desire he ought to be unsparkable
The ways of the flesh should offer no allure
But where in the world
Is there in the world
A man so untouched and pure?
(C'est moi)

C'est moi, c'est moi, I blush to disclose
I'm far too noble to lie
That man in whom
These qualities bloom
C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I

I've never strayed from all I believe
I'm blessed with an iron will
Had I been made, the partner of Eve
We'd be in Eden still

C'est moi, c'est moi, the angels have chose
To fight their battles below
And here am I, as pure as a prayer
Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare
The godliest man I know
C'est moi