Whiter Shade of Pale
Gary Brooker, Keith Reid, Matthew Fisher
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
And the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the mirror told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see"
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who wеre leaving for the coast
And although my еyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed
And so it was that later
As the mirror told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale