A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kinda seasick

But the crowd called out for more

And the room was humming harder, hm

As the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink

But the waiter brought the 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, hm

You, you said there is no reason, no

And the truth is plain to see, hm

Yet, I wandered through my playing cards

And I would not, and I would not let it be

I'm one of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might, they might just as well have been closed

And so it was later

As the miller told his tale

That had her face, at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

Oh, it turned a whiter, whiter shade

It turned a whiter shade of pale

Oh, it turned a whiter, whiter, whiter shade of pale

Whiter, whiter

Da, da-da, da, da-da, da, da

Whiter, a whiter shade of pale, yeah, hm

Oh, it turned a whiter shade of pale

Turned a whiter shade of pale