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