A Whiter Shade of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of sea-sick
And the crowd called out for more
And the room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
But 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
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of sea-sick
And the crowd called out for more
And the room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
But 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