作词 : REID, KEITH/BROOKER, GARY
We skipped the light fandango 
And 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 that 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 (And the truth is plain to see) 
But I wandered through my playing cards 
I would not let her be (I would not let her be) 
One of 16 vestal virgins 
Who were leaving for the coast 
And although my eyes were open 
They might just as well've been closed 
And so it was that later 
As the miller told his tale (As the miller told his tale) 
That her face, at first just ghostly 
Turned a whiter shade of pale