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 so much later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

He said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let it be

One of sixteen vestal virgins
Leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open, yeaheah
They might just as well've been closed

And so it was so much later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale