i live on an apartment
on the ninetyninth 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 just like the 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 ringing
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 doing fine
it’s three am there’s too much noise
don’t you people ever want to go to bed
because 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 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 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
on my cloud baby
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 baby two’s a crowd
on my cloud
Artist: The Rolling Stones
Year: 1965
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 141