℗ 1967 Deram Records DM 126
«A Whiter Shade of Pale» is the debut song by the British band PROCOL HARUM. |
(Reid — Brooker)
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 a mirror told its 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 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 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 And so it was that later…
(Reid — Brooker)
Lime Street in the afternoon Everybody crazy as a coon I'm running round in my underpants Trying to find some kinda romance Quarter past three sic on Lime Street I got whipped right offa my feet Didn't realize that I'd been caught Till I found myself in the County Court Oh Lime Street, Lime Street Lime Street, that's where we meet 'Mr Judge,' I said, 'Won't you please be kind Have pity on me, a poor orphan child?' Mr Judge he says with a long mean frown 'Orphan or not, you're going down!' Well I screamed on my knees in the witness box 'Lord have mercy on my golden locks.' The judge I could see that he was snide He says, 'The only kind of blonde you are's a peroxide!' Oh Lime Street, Lime Street Lime Street, that's where we meet Oh Lime Street, Lime Street Lime Street, that's where we meet