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 whos all dressed up like a union jack
And says, I’ve won five pounds if I have his 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 twos a crowd
On my cloud, baby
“Hey, McCloud, get off of my ewe”.