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