Lyrics of 'Monk's Chant/He Is Not Dead Yet' by Spamalot

[Monks:] Sacrosanctus Domine
Pecavi ignoviunt
Iuesus Christus Domine
Pax vobiscum venerunt

[Robin:] Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!

[Lance:] Here's one.

[Not Dead Fred:] I'm not dead!

[Robin:] Here, he says he's not dead!

[Lance:] Yes, he is.

[Fred:] I feel happy. I feel happy.

I am not dead yet--
I can dance and I can sing.
I am not dead yet--
I can do the highland fling!
I am not dead yet--
No need to go to bed.
No need to call the doctor
'Cause I'm not yet dead!

[Minstrels:] He is not yet dead!
That's what the geezer said!
Oh, he's not yet dead!
That man is off his head!
He is not yet dead!
Put him back in bed!
Keep him off the cart because he's not yet dead!

[Minstrels:] Well now he's dead!
You whacked him on the head.
Sure, now he's dead.
It makes me just see red
You are such a brute
To murder that old coot!
You homicidal bastard, now he's really dead!
Who is the knave who put him in his grave--
And who needs to manage his anger?

[Lance:] My name is Lancelot
I'm big and strong and hot
Occasionally I do
Some things that I should not!

[Robin:] I want to be a knight,
But I don't like to fight.
I'm rather scared I may
Just simply run away.

[Lance:] I'll be right with you,
Robin, through and through and through
So stick with me and I'll show you what to do.

[Robin:] We'll remain good chums.
You can teach me how to dance.

[Both:] We're going to enlist

[Robin:] I'm Robin.

[Lance:] And I'm Lance.

Oh we're off to war
Because we're not yet dead!
We will all enlist
As the Knights that Arthur led!

[Fred:] I am coming too,
My name will be Sir Fred
I'll be your musician
Cos I'm not yet dead

Oh we're not dead yet.
To Camelot we go.
To enlist instead
To try and earn some dough.
And so, although
We should have stayed in bed,
We're going off to war
Because we're not yet dead!

[Lance:] To kill - I will!
It gives me such a thrill!

[Robin:] To sing - And dance!
...And keep an eye on Lance

[All:] We're going off to war
We'll have girlfriends by the score!

[Fred:] We'll be shot by Michael Moore!

[All:] Because we're not yet dead