Get Off My Cloud

I live on an apartment An the ninety-ninth floor of my block And I sit at home lookin' out the window Imaginin' the world has stopped Then in flies a guy Who's all dressed up just like the Union Jack And says, '€œI'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 ringin' 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" It's three a.m., there's too much noise Don't you people ever wanna go to bed? '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 mornin' the parkin' tickets were just like a flag Stuck on my windscreen 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 On my cloud