We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels cross the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

The crowd called out for more

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



You said there is no reason

And the truth is plain to see

But I wander through my playing cards

And would not let it be

I'm one of the sixteen veasel virgins

Who are leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might just as well been closed



(*Repeat)



A whiter shade of pale

Turned a whiter shade of pale

A whiter shade of pale