I live in an apartment on the ninety ninth foor of my block
And I sit at home lookin´ out the window imaginin´ the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy that´s all dressed up like a Union Jack
He says I´ve won five pounds if I have this kind ogf detergent pack

I said, hey you get off my cloud, hey you get off my cloud
Hey you get off my cloud, don´t hang around
´Cause two´s a crowd on my cloud baby

The telephone is ringin´, 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. and there´s too much noise, don´t you people ever want
To go bed, just ´cause you feel so good, so you have to drive me out of my head

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