Lyrics:

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I live in an apartment on the 99th floor of my block
And I sit at home lookin out the window imagining the world has stopped
The in flies a guy who's dressed up just like Union Jack
And says, I've won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack

Hey, you, get offa my cloud
Hey, you, get offa my cloud
Hey, you, get offa 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 3 AM, 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?'

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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 rags stuck on my window screen.

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