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've won five
pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack
I says, 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 says, 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 says, 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 says, 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