(1) We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kinda seasick

But the crowd called out for more

(2) The room was humming harder

As the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink

The waiter brought a tray

(1) And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale

That her face, at first just ghostly

[Both] Turned a whiter shade of pale

(2) She 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

(1) One of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might have just as well've been closed

(2) And so it was that later

As the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly

[Both] Turned a whiter shade of pale