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.
