Then You May Take Me to the Fair (From "Camelot")

歌詞

Do you recall the other night that I distinctly said You might serve as my escort at the next town fair? Well, I'm afraid there's someone who I must invite in place of you Someone who plainly is beyond compare That Frenchman's power is more tremendous Than I have ever seen anywhere And when a man is that stupendous He, by right, should take me to the fair Your majesty, let me tilt with him and smite him Don't refuse me so abruptly, I implore! Oh, give me the opportunity to fight him And Gaul will be divided once more! You'll bash and thrash him? I'll smash and mash him You'll give him trouble? He will be rubble A mighty whack? His skull will crack Well, then you may take me to the fair If you do all the things you promise In fact, my heart would break should you not take me to the fair I have some rather painful news relative to the subject Who's to be beside me at the next court ball You were the chosen one, I know but as tradition It should go to the unquestioned champion in the hall And I'm convinced that splendid Frenchman Can easily conquer one and all And besting all our local henchmen He should sit beside me at the ball I beg of you, mam, with hold your invitation I swear to you this challenge will be met And when I have finished up the operation I'll serve him to your highness en brochette You'll pierce right through him? I'll barbecue him A wicked thrust? 'Twill be dust to dust From fore to aft? He'll feel a draft Well, then you may sit by me at the ball If you demolish him in battle In fact, I know I'd cry were you not by me at the ball Didn't I promise that you may guide me to London On the day that I go up to judge the cattle show? As it is quite a nasty ride there must be someone at my side Who'll be defending me from beast and foe So when I choose whom I prefer go I take the strongest knight I know And young du Lac seems strongest, ergo He should take me to the cattle show Your Majesty can't believe this blustering prattle Let him prove it with a sword or lance instead I promise you, when I've done this Gaul in battle His shoulders will be lonesome for his head You'll disconnect him? I'll vivisect him You'll open-wide him? I'll subdivide him Oh, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Then you may guide me to the show If you can carry out your program In fact, I'd grieve inside should you not guide me to the show Milady, we shall put an end to That Galic bag of noise and nerve When we do all that we intend to He'll be a plate of French Hors D'oeuvres I do applaud your noble goals Now let us see if you achieve them And if you do, then you will be the three who go to the ball To the show and take me to the fair