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