I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block And I sit at home looking out the window Imagining the world has stopped Then in flies a guy who's all dressed up like a Union Jack And says, I'll won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack
I say, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd On my cloud, baby
The telephone is ringing I say, "Hi, it's me. Who is there on the line? " A voice says, "Hi, hello, how are you? " Well, I guess I'm doin' fine He says, "It's three a. m there's too much noise Don't you people ever wanna go to bed? Just 'cause you feel so good do you have to drive me out of my head? "
I say, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd On my cloud, baby
I was sick and tired, fed up with this And decided to take a drive downtown It was so very queit and peaceful There was nobody, not a soul around I laid myself out, I was so tired And I started to dream In the morning the parking tickets were just like a flag stuck on my window screen
I say, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd On my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Hey! You! Get off of my cloud Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd