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 it ther 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 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 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      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