We skipped the light fandango,
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor,
I was feeling kinda seasick,
But the crowd called out for more,
The room was humming harder,
As the ceiling flew away,
When we called out for another drink,
And 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 they would not let her be,
One of sixteen vestal virgins,
Who were leaving for the
coast
And although my eye s were open wide,
They might have 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