Track byThe Rolling Stones
I live on 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 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 ringin', 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 "It's 3 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 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 driv down town It was so very quiet and peaceful There was nobody, not a soul around I laid myself down, I was so tired and I started to dream In the morning the parking 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 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