A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Shorty Long

We skipped the light fandango

And turned cartwheels 'cross the floor

Oh I was feeling kinda seasick

But the crowd called out for more, yes they did

The room was humming harder

As the ceiling flew away

When we called out for another drink

Oh, the waiter brought a tray

So it was alright later

As the miller told his tale

That her face, at first just ghostly

Turned a whiter shade of pale

A whiter shade, a whiter shade of pale!

A whiter shade, a whiter shade, a whiter shade of pale!