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

[02:20.77][01:30.88][00:41.48]I say, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud

[02:24.95][01:35.14][00:45.61]Hey! You! Get off of my cloud

[02:28.87][01:39.20][00:49.57]Hey! You! Get off of my cloud

[02:32.74][01:43.03][00:53.34]Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd

[01:46.01][00:56.58]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 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