Mod - Al Mercato lyrics

We skipped the light fandango

And turned cartwheels across the floor

Yeah, I was feeling kind of seasick

But the crowd called out for more, yeah, oh yeah

And the room was humming harder

And as the ceiling flew away

We called out for another drink, oh yeah

The waiter brought the tray

And so it was that later, yeah

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

And I would not let her be, oh, oh yeah

One of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And oh, and my eyes were open

They might just as well have been closed

And so it was that later, oh

As the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah

Oh, and so it was, yeah, oh later

The miller told his tale

Yeah her face was kinda ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah