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
  The waiter brought a tray
    And so it was that later
  As the miller told his tale
  That her face at first just ghostly
  Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale
    She 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
    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 that later
  As the miller told his tale
  That her face at first just ghostly
  Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale
    And so it was that later
  As the miller told his tale
  That her face at first just ghostly
  Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale
    And so it was that later
  As the miller told his tale
  That her face at first just ghostly
  Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale