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 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! 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,
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