We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across 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 trayAnd so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of paleShe said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
At the moment my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closedAnd so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Songwriters
KEITH REID, GARY BROOKERPublished by
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