A one, two, a three, four
Ooh, oooh

Hey, you say you won't, you can't give me any more love
You say you will, you can give up what I've got babe
You make me high when I talk on the phone, hey
You know I gotta ring up your number when I know you ain't home
'Cos you gotta hold on me baby like a dog with a bone, hey, hey
Dog with a bone

One more time baby, now
Ooh, oooh

Hey, you say you won't, you can't give me any more love
But you say that you will you can give up what I've got babe
You make me high, hey, when you talk on the phone
Hey, you know I gotta ring up your number when you know I ain't-a home
(Hey baby, hold on me babe) 'Cos you gotta hold on me baby, like a dog with a bone, yeah, hey, hey
Dog with a bone
Dog with a bone, yeah
Ooh, oooh

Do a solo baby
Move over, over let Brian take over

(Onbekende tekst) when you talk on the phone
Ring up your number when I know you ain't home
'Cos you gotta hold on me baby, like a dog with a bone
Hey, hey, like a dog with a bone, yeah
Yeah
Uh-ha, oh, ooohhh
Like a dog with a bone

You say you won't (you won't), you can't (you can't) give me any more love
But you say (but you say) you will (you will) you can (you can) give up what I've got
You make me high when you talk on the phone
You know I gotta ring up your number when I know you ain't home
'Cos you gotta hold on me baby, hey, like a dog with a bone, yeah
Like a dog with a bone
Hold on me baby
Yeah, won't let go
Like a dog with a bone
Won't let go

Oooh
Get the double tempo
(Ooooh) Hey, hey, hey
(Improvised ad-libs)
You say you won't you can't gimme any more love (won't let go)
You say you will, you say you will, (improvised ad-libs) give up what I've got
You say you won't you can't gimme more
You say you will but you give me all I got babe
You say you won't (you won't) you can't (you can't)
You will, you gotta
Yeah
Ooooh, eee
Alright

Roger: "John Deacon. Well hello fan club, uh. Sorry it hasn't got me on it. Must have ruined it for all of you, but there you go
John: "Hello, John here. I hope you're having a good time. And Jacky, in return for us doing this musical offering for you, is after we've finished she's going to come on and do a strip for you"
Freddie: "Hey, I hope everybody's having a good time (good time, good time, good time, good time), I hope everybody's having a, having a good time (good time, good time, good time)"
Brian: "Yes, they probably were having a good time, yes, yes, before they heard all this nonsense. Hmm, where's the microphone, which one? This one, hello it's Brian here. 'Fraid I've lost my voice because I've been bellowing. 
Oh, I wish someone would shut that bloody guitarist up, it's dreadful. Well actually we'd love to be with you, we're sorry we're not with you but we're too busy making silly noises and thinking up new chords like this one and um, and having mid life crises and things. You see it's all very easy for you but we have a lot of work to do so we're going to play you this song instead. It goes like this"

Brian: "Yeah, you see they don't even make microphones properly these days, they don't even make guitar amplifiers that don't blow up all the bloody time, I don't know what the problem with the world is these days. But I hope you're having a lovely time at the fan club convention, and I hope you'll come to the next one, actually, we will come to the next one I promise. Ah"

Dog with a bone