Arthur

My lady of the lake

With this sword

My soul you take

I have but only pennies

To pay the boatman’s fare

Tho my life is but a mystery

Which I leave unto history

Tintagel was my Camelot

And there

We used to sing a lot

Song

We like to dress like women

We push the pram a lot

That’s why we live with Arthur

Here in Camelot.

We like to go out jousting

Astride a big white horse

It’s a manly quest

That at your request

We are the champion of them all.

Lancelot was able to

Gadabout and Gable too

Nothing else would ever do

Nothing else compared to you

The push and thrust

Of a pram in motion

A womans job

What a silly notion

We like to chat a lot

Here in Camelot

Bout birth control complete and whole

And the holy grail of course!