We skipped the light fandango
   Turned cartwheels cross the floor
   I was feeling kind of seasick
   The crowd called out for more
   The room was hummin' harder
   As the ceiling flew away
   When we called out for another drink
   The waiter brought a tray, so
  
   * (Oh) It was later
   As the miller told his tale
   That her face at first just ghostly
   (It) Turned a whiter shade of pale
  
   She said there is no reason
   And the truth is plain to see
   As I wander through my playing cards
   I could not let her be
   One of sixteen vestal virgins
   Who were leavin' for the coast
   And although my eyes were open
   They might just as well have been closed
  
   *repeat 2 times
   Turned a whiter shade of pale