Procol Harum Pop Go the Sixties

EXPLOSION

# We 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

# That 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

# And 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 have 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. #

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