Lyrics: We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels cross the floor.
I was feeling kind ok 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
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 no whiter shade of pale
She said "there no reason,
And the truth is plain to see"
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were been closed
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 no whiter shade of pale
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned no whiter shade of pale