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| ARTHUR: | Camelot... | |
| GALAHAD: | Camelot... | |
| LANCELOT: | Camelot... | |
| GAWAIN: | (at the back, to his page) It's only a model. | |
| ARTHUR: | (turning sharply) Shh!
(to the rest) Knights! I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to...Camelot! | |
| KNIGHTS: | 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. | |
| KNIGHTS: | 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 made in Camelot We sing from the diaphragm a lot. | |
| KNIGHTS: | 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... | |
| SINGLE MAN: | I have to push the pram a lot. | |
| ARTHUR: | No, on second thoughts lets not go to Camelot. 'Tis a silly place. | |
| KNIGHTS: | Right... | |