"Get Off My Cloud" - December's Children (And Everybody's) 1965
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 comes a guy all dressed up like a Union Jack He says, I’ve won five pounds if I have this 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’s there on the line?” A voice says, “Hi, hullo, how are you?” well, I guess I’m doing fine. He says, “It’s three a.m., there’s too much noise don’t you people ever want 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. 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 mornin’ the parkin’ tickets were just like flags stuck on my wind screen.
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
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.