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 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       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