We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind a 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, I'm home on shore leave, Though in truth we were at sea So I took her by the looking glass And forced her to agree Saying, you must be the mermaid Who took Neptune for a ride. But she smiled at me so sadly That my anger straightway died
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 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
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
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
We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind a 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, I'm home on shore leave, Though in truth we were at sea So I took her by the looking glass And forced her to agree Saying, you must be the mermaid Who took Neptune for a ride. But she smiled at me so sadly That my anger straightway died
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 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
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
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
