Get Off Of My Cloud

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,