(SLOW)
WE SKIPPED THE LIGHT FANDANGO
AND TURNED CARTWHEELS CROSS THE FLOOR
I WAS FEELING KIND OF SEA SICK
BUT THE CROWD CALLED CUT FOR MORE
THE ROOM WAS HUMMING HARDER
AS THE CELLING FLEW AWAY
WHEN WE CALLED OUT FOR ANOTHER DRINK
THE WAITER BROUGHT A TRAY
AND SO IT WAS THAT LATHER
AS THE MILLER TOLD HIS TALE
THAT HER FACE AT FIRST JUST GOSTLY
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 WOULD NOT LET HER BE
ONE OF SIXTEEN VESTAL VIRGINS
WHO WERE LEAVING FOR THE COAST
AND ALTHOUGH MY EYES WERE OPEN
THEY MIGHT JUST HAVE WELL BEEN CLOSED
