We skipped the light fandango (parte 1)
She said "There is no reason, (parte 2)
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
And the truth is plain to see,"
I was feeling kind of seasick
But I wandered through my playing cards
But the crowd called out for more
And would not let her be
The room was humming harder
One of sixteen vestal virgins
As the ceiling flew away
Who were leaving for the coast
When we called out for another drink
And although my eyes were open
The waiter brought a tray
They might just as well've been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale