Get Off of My Cloud

I live on an apartment in 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 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 say, Hey! You! Off of my cloud.

Hey! You! Off of my cloud.

Hey! You! Off of my cloud.

Don’t hang around

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Lyrics submitted by armando.