"Whiter Shade of Pale" by Procal Harem

(verses 3 and 4 as sung at Redhill)

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,

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

She said there is no reason,

and the truth is plain to see

But I wondered through my playing cards,

and would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins,

who were leaving for the coast

And although my eyes were open,

they might just as well've been closed

She said "I'm home on shore leave"

Though in truth we were at sea

So I took her by the looking glass

And forced her to agree

Saying "You must be the mermaid

Who took Neptune for a ride"

But she smiled at me so sadly

That my anger straightway died

If music be the food of love

Then laughter is its queen

And likewise if behind is front

And dirt in truth is clean

My mouth by then like cardboard

Seemed to slip straight through my head

As we smashed a sea wave quickly

And attacked the ocean bed

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