If You Can't Rock Me/Get Off Of My Cloud (Live 1976)
If You Can't Rock Me
The band's on stage and it's one of those nights, oh yeah The drummer thinks that he is dynamite, oh yeah You lovely ladies in your leather and lace A thousand lips I would love to taste I've got one heart and it hurts like hell
If you can't rock me somebody will If you can't rock me somebody will
Now who's that black girl in the bright blue hair, oh yeah Now don't you know that it's rude to stare, oh yeah I'm not so green but I'm feelin' so fresh I simply like to put her to the test She's so alive and she's dressed to kill
But, if you can't rock me somebody will If you can't rock me somebody will If you can't rock me somebody will If you can't rock me somebody will
Now I ain't lookin' for no pretty face, oh no Or for some hooker workin' roughish trade And there ain't nothing like a perfect mate And I ain't lookin' for no wedding cake But I been talkin' 'bout it much too long I think I better sing just one more song I've got one heart and it hurts like hell I'm simply dying for some thrills and spills Oh yeah
If you can't rock me If you can't rock me, somebody will Somebody will, somebody will If you can't rock me Well, well, well, well
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 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.