| This version includes verses 3&4 which were only performed in live shows. |
| Verses 3&4 were cut from the original recording so as to fit the song one side of a 45rpm. |
| See other versions for tabs of melody line . . . |
| C | Am | |
| We skipped the light fan- | dango |
| F | Dm | |
| and turned cartwheels across the | floor |
| G | Em | G7 | |
| I was feeling kind of | seasick |
| C | Am | Em | |
| but the crowd called out for | more. |
| F | Dm | |
| The room was humming | harder |
| G | Em | G7 | |
| as the ceiling flew a- | way . . |
| C | Am | Em | |
| When we called out for a- | nother drink |
| F | Dm | |
| the waiter brought a | tray |
| G | C | Am | |
| And so it | was that | later |
| F | Dm | |
| as the miller told his | tale |
| G | Em | |
| that her face at first just | ghostly |
| G7 | C | F | C | G7 | |
| turned a | whiter | shade of | pale. |
| C | Am | |
| She said, 'There is no | reason, |
| F | Dm | |
| and the truth is plain to | see.' |
| G7 | Em | G7 | |
| But I wandered through my | playing cards |
| C | Am | Em | |
| and would not let her | be . . |
| F | Dm | |
| One of sixteen vestal | virgins |
| G7 | Em | G7 | |
| who were leaving for the | coast |
| C | Am | Em | |
| and although my eyes were | open |
| F | Dm | |
| they might just as well have been | closed |
| G | C | Am | |
| And so it | was that | later |
| F | Dm | |
| as the miller told his | tale |
| G | Em | |
| that her face at first just | ghostly |
| G7 | C | F | C | G7 | |
| turned a | whiter | shade of | pale. |
| C | Am | |
| She said, 'I'm home on | shore leave,' |
| F | Dm | |
| though in truth we were at | sea |
| G7 | Em | G7 | |
| so I took her by the | looking glass |
| C | Am | Em | |
| and forced her to a- | gree. |
| F | Dm | |
| Saying, 'You must be the | mermaid |
| G7 | Em | G7 | |
| who took Neptuen for a | ride.' |
| C | Am | Em | |
| But she smiled at me so | sadly |
| F | Dm | |
| that my anger straightway | died. |
| G | C | Am | |
| And so it | was that | later |
| F | Dm | |
| as the miller told his | tale |
| G | Em | |
| that her face at first just | ghostly |
| G7 | C | F | C | G7 | |
| turned a | whiter | shade of | pale. |
| C | Am | |
| If music be the | food of love |
| F | Dm | |
| then laughter is its | queen |
| G7 | Em | G7 | |
| and likewise if be- | hind is in front |
| C | Am | Em | |
| then dirt in truth is | clean. |
| F | Dm | |
| My mouth by then like | cardboard |
| G7 | Em | G7 | |
| seemed to slip straight through my | head. |
| C | Am | Em | |
| So we crash-dived straightway | quickly |
| F | Dm | |
| and attacked the ocean | bed. |
| G | C | Am | |
| And so it | was that | later |
| F | Dm | |
| as the miller told his | tale |
| G | Em | |
| that her face at first just | ghostly |
| G7 | C | F | C | |
| turned a | whiter | shade of | pale. |