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 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 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