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?"
 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