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