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 your 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 I wanna know
who's driving your plane