Texty: The Rolling Stones. Family.

Here's father, his heart screwed on
Yes, here he's got it I'm sure
'Cause he lost his life in an accident
Found his heart in the man next door

What exactly is gonna happen
He says with his transplant mouth
Will my borrowed brain still compute the same
Or will my daughter stop her sleeping out

Here comes the girl, she's got her head screwed on
But it ain't screwed on right
Her ambition is to be a prostitute
But the breaks just weren't right

What exactly is gonna happen, tell me
When her father finds out
That his virgin daughter has bordello dreams
And that he's the one she wants to try out

Yeah

There is 'Ma, she is living dangerously
As I said she'll try anything twice
She thinks she can run right to the whirlpool's edge
And stop herself just in time

What exactly is gonna happen
When she finally fizzles out
and the lovers will just be sucked into
To see what the colors of death are all about

Here's the son, yes his legs are screwed on
Yeah, they're screwed on pretty tight
But his brain is loose and it ain't no use
He's already lost the fight

What exactly is gonna happen
When he's finally realized
That he can't play his guitar like E.G. Jim
Or write St. Augustine if he tried

What exactly is gonna happen
When the family finds out
That they've been in orbit now for a thousand years
And need a thousand more to climb out