By: Procol Harum

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
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 wandered throught 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 been closed. 

And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at frist just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale.

And so it was that later.....