We skipped the light fandango
Turnin' cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
When the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling blew away
And we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray

And so we watched the waiter
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Oh it was 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 just not let, let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving now for the coast
And although my eyes was wide open
They might as just as well been closed

And so we watched the waiter as she went along
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Went [?] just a whiter shade of pale