We skipped out fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross 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 althought my eyes were open
They might just as well've 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

And so it was...