We're knights of the Round Table Our shows are for-mid-able Though many times we're given rhymes That are quite unsing-able We not so fat in Camelot We sing from the diaphragm a lot Shut up! You're not fooling anyone y'know. Look, isn't there something you can do? Well, I can explain. I was in the forest, um, riding north from Camelot, when I got this note, you see-- Oh, yes, it's very nice-a [To Other Guards] I told him we already got one. Are there? What are they? Yes, this time and try any more or we fire arrows at the tops of your heads and make castanets out of your testicles already! Ha ha! I knew that someone would, I knew that somewhere out there... there must be... [music] ...someone... Launcelot! Launcelot! Launcelot! Launcelot! [angels singing]