A Whiter Shade Of Pale (Rerecorded)

Skipped the light fandango

I turned cartwheels across the floor

I was feeling kind of seasick

And the crowd called out for more

The room was humming hotter

As the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink

The waiter brought a string

And so it was and later

As Camilla told her steak

That her face at first just ghosty

Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said there is no reason

And the truth is plain to see

But I wondered through my playing cards

They would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open

They might just as well have been closed

And so it was and later

As Camilla told her steak

That her face at first just ghosty

Turned a whiter shade of pale