Tytuł: Get off of my cloud

• Wykonawca: Rick Springfield
• Wyświetleń: 250

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, "Hi, it's me. Who is it there on the line?"
   A voice says, "Hi, hello, how are you?"
   Well, I guess I'm doin' fine
   He says, "It's three a.m., there's too much noise
   Don't you people ever wanna go to bed?
   Just 'cause you feel so good, do you have
   To drive me out of my head?"
  
   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
  
   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 morning the parking tickets were just like
   A flag stuck on my window screen
  
   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
  
   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