We skipped the light fandango
  Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
  I was feeling kind of seasick
  The crowd called out for more
  And the room was hummin' harder
  As the ceiling flew away
  And when we called outfor 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 playin' cards
  Would not let him be
  One of the sixteen virgins
  Who were leaving for the coast
  And although my eyes were open
  They might just as well 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.
  A whiter shade of pale
  Turned a whiter shade of pale
  A whiter shade of pale