We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across 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 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
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast 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