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 comes a guy all dressed up 
like a Union Jack
He says, I’ve won five pounds 
if I have this kind of detergent pack.

I said, 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’s there on the line?”
A voice says, “Hi, hullo, how are you?” 
well, I guess I’m doing fine.
He says, “It’s three a.m., there’s too much noise
don’t you people ever want 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 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 mornin’ the parkin’ tickets 
were just like flags stuck on my wind screen.

I said, 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, baby, two’s a crowd.

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