A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum (IN MEMORIAM)

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
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