Whiter Shade Of Pale

Youth skip a light and bangle

Turn cartwheels across the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

The crowd called out for more

The room was humming harder

As the ceiling drew away

When we called out for another drink

The waiter brought the tray

And so it was, the lady

As the mirror drove his chair

That her face was burst just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

They said there is no reason

And the truth is plain to see

That I wander through my playing cards

Would not let her be

One of sixteen special virgins

Were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might just as well be closed

And so it was, the lady

As the mirror drove his chair

That her face was burst just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

Youth skip a light and bangle

Turn cartwheels across the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

The crowd called out for more

The room was humming harder

As the ceiling drew away

When we called out for another drink

The waiter brought the tray

And so it was, the lady

As the mirror drove his chair

That her face was burst just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale