We skipped the fandango
And turned cartwheels the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the flew away
When we called out for another drink
The brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the > told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said "There is no reason,
And the is plain to see"
But I wandered through my cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen 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 first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale