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 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 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 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, baby, two`s a crowd