Sixteen Vestal Virgins

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
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

Whiter Shade of Pale -I don’t listen to old music all that often, however this song is brilliant and nobody knows the meaning. Babbling nonsense, like boing in love. The order of the words sometimes matter little.