We skipped the light fandango (parte 1) She said "There is no reason, (parte 2) turned cartwheels 'cross the floor And the truth is plain to see," I was feeling kind of seasick But I wandered through my playing cards But the crowd called out for more And would not let her be The room was humming harder One of sixteen vestal virgins As the ceiling flew away Who were leaving for the coast When we called out for another drink And although my eyes were open The waiter brought a tray 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