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(--- Milwaukee, WI (USA) - June 28, 2008)
I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of my block
And I sit aside and look out the window
Imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy all dressed up in a Union Jack
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 mess around boy 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, yeah
The telephone is ringing
I say, hi, hello it's me. Who is it there on the line?
Oh hello, I guess I, I guess I'm doin' fine
It's three a.m. in the morning, don't you people ever wanna go to bed?
And 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 mess around boy 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud
I felt sick and tired and I thought I'd take a drive downtown
Oh so very peaceful and quiet
There was nobody, not a soul around
And I laid myself out and I said, oh I started to dream
In the morning the parking tickets were like a flag all over 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 mess around boy two's a crowd
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't mess around boy two's a crowd
My cloud