Camelot
Camelot, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Camelot, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
A law was made a distant moon ago here
July and August, cannot be too hot
And there's a legal limit, to the snow here
In Camelot, (Camelot, la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
The winter is forbidden, till December
And exits Marchm the second on the dot
By order, summer lingersm through September
In Camelot
Camelot, (Camelot)
Camelot, (Camelot)
I know, it sounds a bit bizarre
But in Camelot, (Camelot), Camelot, (Camelot)
That's how conditions are, (That's how conditions are)
The rain may never fall, till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog, must disappear
In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot
For happily, ever aftering, than here, in Camelot
(The winter is forbidden, till December)
(And exits March the second, on the dot)
By order, summer lingers, through September
In Camelot
Camelot, (Camelot), Camelot, (Camelot)
I know it sounds a bit bizarre, (It sounds a bit bizarre)
But in Camelot, (Camelot), Camelot, (Camelot)
That's how conditions are, (That's how conditions are)
The rain may never fall, till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog, must disappear
In short, there's simply not, a more congenial spot
For happily, ever aftering, than here in Camelot
Camelot, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Camelot, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
A law was made a distant moon ago here
July and August, cannot be too hot
And there's a legal limit, to the snow here
In Camelot, (Camelot, la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
The winter is forbidden, till December
And exits Marchm the second on the dot
By order, summer lingersm through September
In Camelot
Camelot, (Camelot)
Camelot, (Camelot)
I know, it sounds a bit bizarre
But in Camelot, (Camelot), Camelot, (Camelot)
That's how conditions are, (That's how conditions are)
The rain may never fall, till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog, must disappear
In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot
For happily, ever aftering, than here, in Camelot
(The winter is forbidden, till December)
(And exits March the second, on the dot)
By order, summer lingers, through September
In Camelot
Camelot, (Camelot), Camelot, (Camelot)
I know it sounds a bit bizarre, (It sounds a bit bizarre)
But in Camelot, (Camelot), Camelot, (Camelot)
That's how conditions are, (That's how conditions are)
The rain may never fall, till after sundown
By eight, the morning fog, must disappear
In short, there's simply not, a more congenial spot
For happily, ever aftering, than here in Camelot
Camelot, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Loewe
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