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 outfor
Another drink
But the waiter
Brought a tray

Chorus:
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 playing cards
And would not
Let it be
I'm one of the
Dixteen virgins
Who are leaving
For the coast
And although

(Chorus)

My eyes were open
They might just
As well been closed
A whiter
Shade of pale
Turned a whiter
Shade of pale
A whiter
Shade of pale