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
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,
That I wandered through my playing cards
Would 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 be closed
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
As the Miller told his tale \ FADE OUT.
Turned a whiter shade of pale. /