
wasted on 5/17/04, 2:39 PM
I live in 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 who's all dressed up like a Union Jack
And says, I've won five pounds if I have his kind of detergent pack
I said, Hey! You! Get off of my beheading cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my decapitation cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my beheading cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my decapitation cloud, baby