The Mischief of Cloud Six Songtext

von Pepe Deluxé

Talk about a jumble...

I say yeah yeah! (2x)

You're not a number nine little cloud o' mine.
You're blocking the sun, it's a troubling sign.
I can't understand why I am at your command.
If only six was nine... this ain't what I planned.

Walk the dog in a park, we did it in the dark.
But was it looks like rain and the girls go away.
Hanging tears out to dry, it's a tactical warning.
A lot a single fair morning ever catching my eye.

[Refrain]
Hey hey, what I say
You gotta, you gotta
Hey hey, what I say
You gotta gotta gotta
Hey hey, what I say
You gotta get away
Hey hey, what I say

Gypsy maiden of the meadow painted a number on my palm,
Her soft whisper caressing my ear "you'll never leave cloud nine".

I can't understand why I am at your command.
If only six was nine... this ain't what I planned.

I am... a black cloud man, yeah, you work on your tan.
Your jealous dedication making things worse.
I can't even converse. To my frustration,
The phones took a vacation. They know I'm cursed.

[Refrain]

...Please?