Camelot
Camelot
In far-off France I heard your call
Camelot
Camelot
And here am I to give 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 climb
Cleave a dragon in record time
Swim a moat in a coat of heavy iron mail
No matter the pain he ought to be invincible
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 I stand with valour 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 I stand as pure as a prayer
Incredibly clean with virtue to spare
The godliest man I know
C'est moi

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe