A Whiter Shade Of Pale (with Waylon Jennings

We skipped the light fandango

And 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

When we called out

For another drink

The waiter brough 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

[ guitar ]

She said there is no reason

For the truth is plain to see

But I wondered why

My playing cards

Just would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins

Were leaving for the coast

Although both my eyes were wide open

They might just have well been 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