We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
Yeah, I was feeling kind of seasick

But the crowd called out for more, yeah, oh yeah
And the room was humming harder
And as the ceiling flew away

We called out for another drink, oh yeah
The waiter brought the tray


And so it was that later, yeah
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 I would not let her be, oh, oh yeah

One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And oh, and my eyes were open

They might just as well have been closed

And so it was that later, oh

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


Oh, and so it was, yeah, oh later
The miller told his tale

Yeah her face was kinda ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah