"Camelot"
It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear:
The climate must be perfect all the year.
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.
The winter is forbidden till December,
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre;
But in Camelot, Camelot
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 happ'ly-ever aftering than here
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happ'ly-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.