I live in an apartment on the 99th floor of my block
And I sit at home lookin' out the window imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy who's all dressed up just like 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 3 AM, 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?"
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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 flags stuck on my windscreen.