we skipped the light fandango
and turned cart wheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of sea sick
but the crowd called out for more
the room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew a way
when we called out for an other drink
the waiter brought a tray
and so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face at frist 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 al though my eyes were open
they might just have 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