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
[Chorus:] I says, 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 want to 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 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