Get Off My Cloud
I live on an apartmentOn the ninety-ninth floor of my blockAnd I sit at home lookin’ out the windowImaginin’ the world has stopped
Then in flies a guyWho’s all dressed up just like the Union JackHe says “I would drive aroundIf I had his kind of detergent pack”
I said, “Hey, hey, you, you, get off of my cloudHey, hey, you, you, get off of my cloudHey, hey, you, you, get off of my cloudDon’t hang around ’cause two’s a crowdOn 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 noiseDon’t you people ever wanna go to bed?‘Cause you feel so goodDo you have to drive me out of my head?
I said, “Hey, hey, you, you, get off of my cloudHey, hey, you, you, get off of my cloudHey, hey, you, you, get off of my cloudDon’t hang around ’cause two’s a crowdOn my cloud baby”
I was sick and tired, fed up with thisAnd decided to take a drive downtownIt was so very quiet and peacefulThere was nobody, not a soul around
I laid myself outI was so tired and I started to dreamIn the mornin’ the parkin’ tickets were just like a flagStuck on my windscreen