We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels
'cross the floor
I was feelin' kind-a seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was hummin' 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
playin' cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leavin' for the coast
And although 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