The Mischief Of Cloud Six

You're not a number nine (I say yeah, yeah) Little cloud of mine (I say yeah, yeah) You're blocking the sun (I say yeah, yeah) It's a troubling sign I can't understand (I say yeah, yeah) Why I'm at your command (I say yeah, yeah) If only six was nine (I say yeah, yeah) This ain't what I planned Walk the dog in a park We did it in the dark But now it looks like rain And the girls go awry Hanging tears out to dry (I say yeah, yeah) It's a tactical warning (I say yeah, yeah) Not a single fair morning (I say yeah, yeah) Ever catching my eyes 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'm 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 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