A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

But 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, no

And the truth is plain to see

Yet I wandered through my playing cards

And I would not, and I would not let her be

I'm one of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might, they might just as well have 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

Oh, it turned a whiter, whiter shade

It turned a whiter shade of pale

Oh, it turned a whiter, whiter, whiter shade of pale

A whiter

A whiter shade of pale, yeah

Oh, it turned a whiter shade of pale

Turned a whiter shade of pale