A whiter shade of pale

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

So we called out for another drink

The waiter brought a tray

And so it was baby

As the miller told his tale

How her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

He said there is no reason

And the truth is plain to see

And I wandered through my playing cards

Would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins

Leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were wide open girl

They just might as well be closed

And so it was baby

As the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was baby

As the miller told his tale

That her face at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

We skipped the light fandango