We skipped a light fandangle, turned some cartwheels across the floor 

I was feelin' kinda seasick, when the crowd called out for more 

The room was humming harder, and the ceiling flew away 

When I called out for another drink, or the waiter brought a tray 

And so it was, later when the Miller told his tale 

That her face at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter, shade of pale 

{guitarsolo} 

He said there is no reason, and the truth was plain to see 

That I wandered through my playing cards, I just could not let her be 

no 

One of sixteen vestile virgins, was leaving for the coast 

And although, my eyes were open, they might just as well been closed 

And so it was, later, when the Miller told his tale 

He said her face at first, just ghostly and turned a whiter, shade of pale 

{guitar solo} 

And so it was, later, when the Miller told his tale 

He said our faces, our faces burst as ghostly 

They turned a whiter, shade of pale 

Just a whiter, shade of pale 

They turned a whiter, shade of pale..............