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 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