Get Off My Cloud

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?"
 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 flags 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, baby
 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