Camelot Fanfare
She schemes like a gangster, sharp tongued Tommy gun.
She's armed and dangerous public enemy number 1.
There's no fanfare in Camelot but watch the table turn.
The magician and Lancelot shine in the midnight sun.
She cries on the mountain, swings low in the streets.
Love flows like a fountain. Hot peppered smoke house meat.
There's no fanfare in Camelot but watch the table turn.
The magician and Lancelot shine in the midnight sun.
It's a poor boys dream the working man's blues.
Shake it loose together, talking about a feeling with you.
She prowls like an alley cat. Sidewalk dancing and all.
Cooking in the kitchen 5ft. and some inches tall.
There's no fanfare in Camelot but watch the table turn.
The magician and Lancelot shine in the midnight sun.
She storms bow and arrows, every spear that hits.
Roll together forever, sweet talkin' swappin' spit.
There's no fanfare in Camelot but watch the table turn.
The magician and Lancelot shine in the midnight sun.
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