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 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 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 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 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 morning the parking tickets were
Just like a flag stuck on my window 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