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 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 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 


And so it was....