Flying Pickets Get Off Of My Cloud
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 whos all dressed up like a union
jack
And says, Ive 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
Dont hang around cause twos a crowd
On my cloud, baby
The telephone is ringing
I say, hi, its me. who is it there on the line?
A voice says, hi, hello, how are you
Well, I guess Im doin fine
He says, its three a.m., theres too much noise
Dont 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
Dont hang around cause twos 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
Dont hang around cause twos 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
Dont hang around, baby, twos a crowd
