A Whiter Shade of Pale

we skipped the light fandango
did cartwheels 'cross the floor,
I was feeling kind of seasick
but the crowd called out for more,
the room was humming louder
as the ceiling flew away,
we called out for another drink
and 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. . .

Procul harum 1967