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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
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