Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels cross the floor I was feeling

Kind of 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 waiter brought a tray

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

She said there is no reason and the truth is plain to see

That I wander through my playing cards and would not

Let it be one of the dixteen virgins

Who are leaving for the coast and although my eyes were open

And might just as well 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

Turned a whiter shade of pale a whiter

Shade of pale