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 good company oohoo oohoo. Take care of those you call your own and keep good. company. 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 me company?. Oohoo oohoo oohoo oohoo. Come marry me for evermore. We'll be good company. 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 Limited Company. I hardly noticed Sally as we parted company. 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