We skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick

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
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 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 that later...