Who's Driving Your Plane? - The Rolling Stones

It was your father who trained you

And your mother who brained you

To be so useless and shy?

Well i just replaced them

And tried not to break them

Because you can stand up if you tried

Well, I want to see your face

When your knees and your legs

Are just going to 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 being 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?

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?