<b>A Whiter Shade Of Pale</b> by <i>Helmut Lotti</i><br />We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away yeah
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 opened
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 
Chorus
Yeah so it was, that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale