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 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 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