The counting of the song shall be three
Three shall be the counting, and the number of
The counting shall be three
Patsy and King Arthur 932 AD
the noble king rides through the land atop his mighty steed
To fill the halls at Camelot with the finest bravest knights
However many he may find they'll use the same five guys

Will you join me, Are you suggesting coconuts migrate, Help I'm being repressed!

The Black Knight fought him valiantly but was cut down to size
and Bedemir soon won him over with his brilliant mind
It wasn't long 'fore God himself had an ingenious plan
to make these knights a ray of light upon this darkened land!

It’s only a flesh wound, How do you know that she's a witch, Of course its a good idea!

We're Knights of the Round Table
we dance whenever we're able.
We do routines and chorus scenes with footwork impeccable.
We're all formidable and our rhymes quite unsingable.
We dine well here in Camelot we eat ham and jam and spam a lot!

Four shall thalt not count, Neither count thou two,
Excepting that thalt then proceed to three.
Five is right out...

And so each knight then parted ways King Arthur thought it best
to make them merchandisable they'll all need separate quests
Galahad's will was tested brave Sir Robin ran away
and Lancelot fought well and made a wonderful escape!

I never did, I'll bet your gay!, Can someone give me a push?

The Knights of Ni! had Bedemir and Arthur terrorized
The French are rude as Hell I'm gonna try to act surprised
Of all the dangers here a tiny rabbit is the worst
the beast will kill us all unless the artist snuffs it first!

Ni!...Ni!, Y’re tiny brained wipers of other peoples bottoms, Run away!

We're knights of the Round table
we dance whenever we're able
Between our quests we sequin vests
and impersonate Clark Gable
In war we're tough and able quite
indefatigable. We're opera mad in Camelot
we sing from the diaphragm alot!

And now for something completely different...
Fishy...Fishy...Fishy...Fish...
I wonder where that fish could be?

They captured our attention though our spans be wafer thin
They never sued for tribute songs, wink wink nudge nudge grin grin
Now spam is almost edible and we still have silly walks
They'll one day join the parrot but will still out live us all

Please fondle my buttocks, Biggus dickus
Suppose he had a pointy stick...Shut up!

Stop it! Silly! I’m ordering this song not to be silly!
Go on fade it out... Stop it!... Silly....
Go on, off you go then.. Silly... That’s quite enough...