[Procol Harum cover]
  
  We skipped the light fandango
  And turned cartwheels across the floor
  Yeah, I was feeling kind of seasick
  But the crowd called out for more, yeah, oh yeah
  And the room was humming harder
  And as the ceiling flew away
  We called out for another drink, oh yeah
  The waiter brought the tray
  
  And so it was that later, yeah
  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 I would not let her be, oh, oh yeah
  One of sixteen vestal virgins
  Who were leaving for the coast
  And oh, and my eyes were open
  They might just as well have been closed
  
  And so it was that later, oh
  As the miller told his tale
  That her face at first just ghostly
  Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah
  
  Oh, and so it was, yeah, oh later
  The miller told his tale
  Yeah her face was kinda ghostly
  Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah