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
Just like a Union Jack
And says I've won five pounds
If I have his kind of detergent pack
I said, 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 there on the line?"
A voice says, "Hi, hello. How are you?"
Well, I guess I'm doing fine
He says, "It's three AM
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 said, 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 said, 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
On my cloud, baby