We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was much later
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 as I wander through my playing cards
I would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the ghost
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well been closed
And so it was
Much later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Party Tyme
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