We skipped the light fandango 
Turned cartwheels across the floor 
I was feeling kind of seasick 
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 
So it was 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 
As I wandered through my playing cards 
And could 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 have been closed 
So it was later 
As the miller told his tale 
That her face at first just ghostly 
Turned a whiter shade of pale 
So it was later 
As the miller told his tale 
That her face at first just ghostly 
Turned a whiter shade of pale