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 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 wanna go to bed ?   Just 'cause you feel so good, do you have   to drive me out of my head ?"      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      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 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"   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