fizy

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 like a union jack and says, i've won five pounds if i have his kind of detergent pack i say, 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 there on the line?' a voice says, 'hi, hello, how are you?' well, i guess i'm doin' fine
he says, 'it's three a.m., 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 say, 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 queit 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 say, 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 say, 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