He skipped the light fandangoTurned cartwheels across the floorHe was feeling kind of seasickThe crowd called out for moreThe room was coming harderAs the ceiling flew awayHe called out for another drinkThe waiter brought his trayAnd so it wasThe waiterAs the mirror told his taleThat his faceAt firstJust ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of paleHe said there is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to seeBut I wander through my playing cardsWould not let her beOne of sixteen bestful virginsWere leaving for the coastAnd although my eyes were openThey might just as well have been closedAnd so it wasThe way I was thinking about youGood morningCan I ask you of a favour?I'm a lost manBut maybe it would make me betterShould I pay for your snowолодing?I was standing by your side*