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 and keep good company