A wither shade

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 you

Yeah a wither shade of pale you

Ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh

You are a man

You are a man

You are man

Ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ouh ouh ouh ouh

Solo Hammond organ