We skipped the light fandango
  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
  
  (chorus)
  So it was 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
  As I wandered through my playing cards
  And could 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 have been closed
  
  Chorus X 2