Procol Harum

"The chandelier is in full swing As gifts for me the three kings bring Of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told And fat old Buddhas carved in gold And though it seems they smile with glee I know in truth they envy me And watch as my befuddled brain Shines on brightly quite insane"

"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"

"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 have just as well've 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"