We skipped the light fandango … and turned cartwheels 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 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 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

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