We skipped the light fandango 
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of 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 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
As the miller told his tale