C'est Moi

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
Suceed 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 adm'rably fit!
A French Prometheus unbound
And here I stand, with valour untold
Exeption'ly 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 ev'ry 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 pray'r
Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare
The godliest man I know!
C'est moi!