Given the popularity of the "it's exhausting being this fabulous" graphic that I recently posted, I figured we'd all get a giggle out of this one. It's a staple in my family's household (along with "Oh, Lord, it's hard to be humble, when you're perfect in every way!").
I'd also like to note that while I have known a bushel full of knights at faires and SCA events who share his arrogance (or is it high self-esteem?), I have not yet known a single one who even pretends to be above fleshy desire. You're setting the bar pretty high there, Lancelot.
Lyrics: Camelot! Camelot! In far-off France I heard your call. Camelot! Camelot! And here am I to give my all. I know in my soul what you expect of me, And all that and more I shall be. A knight of the Table Round should be invincible, Suceed where a less fantastic man would fail. Climb a wall no one else can climb, Cleave a dragon in record time, Swim a moat in a coat of heavy iron mail. No matter the pain, he ought to be unwinceable, Impossible deeds should be his daily fare. But where in the world Is there in the world A man so *extraordinaire*? C'est moi! C'est moi, I'm forced to admit. 'Tis I, I humbly reply. That mortal who These marvels can do, C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I. I've never lost In battle or game; I'm simply the best by far. When swords are crossed 'Tis always the same: One blow and au revoir! C'est moi! C'est moi! So adm'rably fit! A French Prometheus unbound. And here I stand, with valour untold, Exeption'ly brave, amazingly bold, To serve at the Table Round! The soul of a knight should be a thing remarkable, His heart and his mind as pure as morning dew. With a will and a self-restraint That's the envy of ev'ry saint He could easily work a miracle or two. To love and desire he ought to be unsparkable, The ways of the flesh should offer no allure. But where in the world Is there in the world A man so untouched and pure? (C'est moi!) C'est moi! C'est moi, I blush to disclose. I'm far too noble to lie. That man in whom These qualities bloom, C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I. I've never strayed From all I believe; I'm blessed with an iron will. Had I been made The partner of Eve, We'd be in Eden still. C'est moi! C'est moi! The angels have chose To fight their battles below, And here I stand, as pure as a pray'r, Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare, The godliest man I know! C'est moi!