The Rolling Stones — If You Can’t Rock Me/Get Off Of My Cloud

If you can't rock me somebody will The band's on stage and it's one of those nights The drummer thinks that he is dynamite I ain't talkin' about no pretty face I ain't talkin' about no wedding cake I've got one heart and it hurts like hell If you won't rock me somebody will If you won't rock me Now, who's that black girl in the bright blue hair? Now, don't you know that it's rude to stare? But I been talking about it much too long I think I better do just one more song I've got one heart and it hurts like hell If you won't rock me somebody will If you won't rock me somebody will If you won't rock me If you won't rock me If you won't rock me somebody will If you won't rock me If you won't rock me If you won't rock me Shake it down Shake it down I live on 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 All dressed up just like a Union Jack And he gives me twenty-five dollars If I got his detergent pack What do you say, baby? "Hey, you, get off of my cloud Hey, get off of my cloud Hey, you, get off of my cloud Don't hang around cause two's a crowd On my cloud" 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 tired, tired and I started to dream In the morning the parking tickets were just like a flag Stuck on my windscreen "Hey, you, get off of my cloud Hey, you, get off of my cloud Hey, get off of my cloud Don't hang around cause two's a crowd On my cloud" Hey Someone say Hey! "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"