A Whiter Shade of Pale  - Procol Harum
(Brooker / Reid)* 

We skipped the light fandango 
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor 
I was feeling kinda 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 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 trut...