The Rolling Stones - Who's Driving Your Plane? lyrics

It was your father who trained you
And your mother who brained you
To be so useless and shy
But I just replaced them and
Tried not to break them
Because you could stand up if you tried
And I wanna see your face when
Your knees and your legs
Are just gonna break down and die

And, who's driving your plane?
Who's driving your plane?
Who's driving your plane?
Who's driving your plane?
Are you in control or is
It driving you insane?

If I could wave a magic wand, then
Maybe you'd change back to bein' a blonde
And your skirt would come down
It would cover your feet if I said
"It's not camp to wear Tiffany lamps"
You'd be thrown right out in the street

And I wonder who's driving your plane?
Who's driving your plane?
Who's driving your plane?
Who's driving your plane?
Are you in control or is
It driving you insane?

You could stand on your head
Or maybe sing in bed
If I said it was the thing to do
If you're in with the faces
And their getaway places
'Cause they don't take no notice of you
Well, the trendy pace-setters will just
Called you a pain 'Cause I want to know
Who's driving your plane?