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?'



Chorus



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 windscreen.



Chorus

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