I live on an apartment

On the ninety-ninth floor of my block

And I sit at home lookin' out the window

Imaginin' the world has stopped

Then in flies a guy

Who's all dressed up just like the Union Jack

He says "I would drive around

If I had his kind of detergent pack"

The telephone is ringin'

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"

It's three a.m., there's too much noise

Don't you people ever wanna go to bed?

'Cause you feel so good

Do 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 a flag

Stuck on my windscreen

On my cloud"

Don't hang around, baby, two's a crowd

On my cloud