Camelot

Tra la, it’s May, the lusty Month of May
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it’s here, that shocking time of year,
when tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear.

It’s May, It’s May, that gorgeous holiday,
when every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad
It’s mad, it’s gay, a libelous display,
Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks,
everyone makes divine mistakes
The Lusty Month of May

Whence this fragrance wafting through the air?
What sweet feelings does it’s scent transmute?
Whence this perfume floating everywhere?
Don’t you know, it’s that dear forbidden fruit.

It’s May, the lusty month of May,
That darling month when everyone throws self-control away.
It’s time to do a wretched thing or two,
and try to make each precious day one you’ll always rue.

It’s May, it’s May, the month of "Yes, you may."
The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im-
It’s wild, it’s gay, a blot in every way,
The birds and bees with all of their vast amorous past,
gaze at the human race aghast
The Lusty Month of May.

Tra la, it’s May, the lusty Month of May
That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray
Tra la, it’s here, that shocking time of year,
when tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear.

It’s May, it’s may, the month of great dismay,
when all the world is brimming with fun, wholesome or un-
It’s mad, it’s gay, It’s gay, a libelous display
Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks, everyone makes divine mistakes
The Lusty Month of May