Get Off My Cloud

Get off my cloud

Look! No strings! Just paper, glue, and card
Hark! The angels sing 'Paste the Lord'

That was the Armley tabernacle
Choir next we'll be
Hearing the true story of
An American housewife
Who claims to have taken
Mid-air photographs of
Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana

High above the streets and
Houses Misses Meta Battle
With one hand on the Valium and
One hand on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high
Meta Battle sees the good Lord
Wandering 'cross the sky

Have your fun whilst your alive
You won't get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time
Because you won't get nothing when you die

Gobsmacked, William Shatnered
Meta does a double take
Come on, baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle
A certain Mister Beadle
Watching you, watching us
Watching Misses Meta Battle

Meta Battle shot her Lord and
Watched Him tumble down
And now there's people out with
Polaroids all around town and who knows
That Jesus on the church near your house
Could well be the original kiss
It as you pass

Don't hang around 'cause two is a crowd
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two is a crowd
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two is a crowd

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