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
But many times we're given rhymes
That are quite unsingable

We're opera-mad in Camelot
We sing from the diaphragm a lo-o-o-o-t

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