Two, three, four
♪
Skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda 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
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of 16 vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well 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
♪
So it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
♪
Thank you very much, good night
♪
Gary Brooker
Chris Copping, Mick Grabham, B. J. Wilson
Pete Solley, Procol Harum