We skipped the light fandango,
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda 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 a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason,
and the truth is plain to see
But I wondered 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 open,
they might just as well've been closed
