We skipped the light fandango 
Turned cartwheels cross the floor. 
I was feeling kind of sea sick, 
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, 
That I wandered through my playing cards 
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 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 that later ....