Lyrics:
We skipped the light fandangoTurned cartwheels cross the floorI was feeling kind of seasickThe crowd called out for moreThe room was hummin' harderAs the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkThe waiter brought a tray, soOh it was laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face at first just ghostlyIt turned a whiter shade of paleShe said there is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to seeAs i wander through my playing cardsI could not let her beOne of sixteen vestal virginsWho were leavin' for the coastAnd although my eyes were openThey might just as well have been closedOh it was laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face at first just ghostlyIt turned a whiter shade of pale(Repeat)Turned a whiter shade of pale