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 say, 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 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 say, 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 queit 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 say, 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 say, 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