We skipped the light Fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick

But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray


And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said "There is no reason...

And the truth is plain to see"
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open

They might just as well have been closed

And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale