Walk straight up the hill on the road from Baltimore

A little run-down house built up to ignore

The door is always open don't be scared to walk in

Cause in it you'll find Cloudy stealing a glance at something

Ripped-off dirty jeans, sticky, curly hair

He's dusty and unshaved and there are no shoes to wear

Ripped-off dirty jeans, sticky, curly hair

I don't want the world to look at me as if I was from another galaxy

So please stop staring at me by the time

Don't call me Cloud number, number 9

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

One lamp spends all the light there's pictures on the wall

The sound of boiling water makes you feel if someone call

Cloudy will invite you he is glad to have a guest

And while you start to talk to him you feel his loneliness

He will tell you anectodes about drugs an alcohol

And about the dole he gets and at last about Rock'n'Roll

I don't want the world to look at me as if I was from another galaxy

So please stop staring at me by the time

Don't call me Cloud number, number 9

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

I don't want the world to look at me as if I was from another galaxy

So please stop staring at me by the time

Don't call me Cloud number, number 9

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9