We skipped the light fandango
Turner cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of sea sick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
So we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
(Chorus)
And so it was, baby
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly turned
a whiter shade of pale
He said: "There’s no reason; and the truth
is plain to see"
And I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be one of sixteen vestal
virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And all though my eyes were wide opened
They just might as well been closed
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
