Words and music by brian may and tim staffell
In the bright shop window sits the polar bear
Makes the childrens eyes light up to see him there
Amongst the tinsel he gives everyone a smile
To see him as youd see a star
Love him from where you are
Hes not for, not for, not for sale
Past an open window walks the pretty girl
Does she see me at her feet its hard to tell
But if I ask her she might turn her smile away
To see her as Id see a star
Love her from where you are
Shes not for, not for, not for sale
I guess Ill learn to look
Without a grasping hand
Minor contentment wears a smile
I love her from where I lie
Hes not for, not for, not for sale
Not for sale