A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
Oh, I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
Yes, they did
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
Oh
The waiter brought a tray
So it was that late
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade, a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade, a whiter shade, a whiter shade of pale