We skipped the light fandango

And turned cartwheels cross the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

The crowd called out for more

The room was humming harder

And the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink

The waitress brought a tray

And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale

That her face at first so 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

Although both my eyes were open

They might just just have well been closed

And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale

Her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale