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   But the waiter brought a tray      And so it was later   As the Miller told his tale   And then a face at first just ghostly   Turned a whiter shade of pale      You said there is no reason   And the truth is plain to see   But I wandered through my playing cards   And would not let her be   I'm one of sixteen vestal virgins   Who were leaving for the coast   And although my eyes were open   They might just as well been closed      And so it was later   As the Miller told his tale   And then a face at first just ghostly   Turned a whiter shade of pale      And so it was later   As the Miller told his tale   And then a face at first just ghostly   Turned a whiter shade of pale