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 But the room was hummin' harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink And the waiter brought a tray

And so it was 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." But I wandered through my playin' 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 just as well've been closed

And so it was later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale

A whiter shade of pale Turned a whiter shade of pale A whiter shade of pale