Get Off Of My Cloud (Live)

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I live on the corner of the ninety-ninth floor of my block

And I sit at home looking out the window, imagining if the world had stopped

And in flies a guy, all dressed up just like a Union Jack

And if you found twenty-five dollars if you had my 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, boy, two's a crowd

On my cloud

The telephone is ringing, I'm saying hi, who is there on the line?

A voice says hi, hello, how are you? Well, I guess I'm doing fine

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?

Come on, 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 hand around, boy, two's a crowd

On my cloud

Well, I was sick and tired and fed up with this, I decided to take a drive downtown

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 a flag stuck on my window screen

Here we go

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 hand around, boy, 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 hand around, boy, two's a crowd

On my cloud