We skipped the light fandango. Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda 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

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. Would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins. Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open. They might have 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 that later