Get off of my cloud
I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my blockAnd I sit at home looking out the windowimagining the world has stoppedThen in flies a guy who'sall dressed up like a Union JackAnd says, I've won five poundsif I have his kind of detergent pack
I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloudHey! You! Get off of my cloudHey! You! Get off of my cloudDon't hang around'cause two's a crowd n my cloud, baby
The telephone is ringing I say,"Hi, it's me. Who is it 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 noisedon'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 said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloudHey! You! Get off of my cloudHey! You! Get off of my cloudDon't hang around 'cause two's a crowdOn my cloud baby
I was sick and tired,fed up with this and decidedto take a drive downtownIt was so very quiet and peacefulthere was nobody, not a soul aroundI laid myself out,I was so tired and I started to dreamIn the morning the parking ticketswere just like a flag stuck on my window screen
I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloudHey! You! Get off of my cloudHey! You! Get off of my cloudDon't hang around 'cause two's a crowdOn my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloudHey! You! Get off of my cloudHey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around,baby, two's a crowd