We skipped the light fandango
   And turned cartwheels across 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
   At the moment my eyes were open
   They might just as well have 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