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.

You said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see,
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be.
And one of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast,
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well be 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.

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,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.