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 it there on the line?" A voice say, “Hi, hello, how are you?" Well, I guess I'm doin' fine He says,“It's three am, 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 quiet 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" 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...