We skipped
the light 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 much 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 as I wandered
through my playing cards
I 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 much later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face
at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale