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 just 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 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 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
On my cloud"