I live in an apartment
on the ninetyninth 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 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 all right
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
All right
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 windscreen
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
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