words and music by brian may 
take good care of what you've got 
my father said to me 
as he puffed his pipe and baby b 
he dandled on his knee 
don't fool with fools who'll turn away 
keep all [bad word] oohoo oohoo 
take care of those you call your own and keep [bad word] 
soon i grew and happy too 
my very good friends and me 
we'd play all day with sally j 
the girl from number four 
and very soon i begged her 
won't you keep [bad word]  
oohoo oohoo oohoo oohoo [bad word] marry me for evermore 
we'll be [bad word] 
now marriage is an institution sure 
my wife and i our needs and nothing more 
all my friends by a year by and by disappeared 
but we're safe enough behind our door 
i flourished in my humble trade my reputation grew 
the work devoured my waking hours but when my time was through 
reward of all my efforts 
my own [bad word] 
i hardly noticed sally as we [bad word] 
all through the years in the end it appears 
there was never really anyone but me 
now i'm old i puff my pipe but no one's there to see 
i ponder on the lesson of my life's insanity 
take care of those you call your own 
and keep [bad word]