a whiter shade of pale | procol harum (heavily doctored by benjie) The inspector skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels cross the floor Roland was feeling kinda seasick But the happy crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The dancer brought a tray Credit: Online Archive of California And so it was that later As Little Bit told her 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 would not let her be Credit: The Bancroft Library - http://bancroft.berkeley.edu One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might have 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 Credit : San Francisco Public Library If music be the food of love Then laughter is its queen And likewise if behind is in front Then dirt in truth is clean My mouth by then like cardboard Seemed to slip straight through my head So we crash-dived straightway quickly And attacked the ocean bed
