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 And 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, mmh, his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh Turned a whiter shade of pale
