Launcelot: Look, my liege!
(fanfare)
Launcelot: Camelot!
Robin: Camelot!
Galahad: Camelot!
Patsy: (whispered) It's only a model.
Galahad: Shh!
Arthur: Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home.
Let us ride...to
CAMELOT!
song:
We're knights of the round table, we dance whene're
we're able.
We do routines, and border scenes, with 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
Though many times, we're given rhymes, that are quite
un-sing-able
We're not so bad in Camelot, we sing from the Dia-
phragm alot!
Though we're tough and able,
Quite in-de-fa-ti-gable,
Between our quests, we seek incest and impersonate
Clark Gable,
It's a busy life in Camelot:
I have to push the pram-a-lot!
Arthur: On second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It
is a silly place.
Others: Right, right....
