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Frankly, Mr Shankly (Soundcheck)

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held

It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul

I want to leave, you will not miss me

I want to go down in musical historyFrankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck

I've got the twenty first century breathing down my neck

I must move fast, you understand me

I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. ShanklyFame, fame, fatal fame

It can play hideous tricks on the brain

But still I'd rather be famous

Than righteous or holy, any day

Any day, any dayBut sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled

Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill

I want to live and I want to love

I want to catch something that I might be ashamed ofFrankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held

It pays my way and it corrodes my soul

Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry

I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. ShanklyFrankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask

You are a flatulent pain in the arse

I do not mean to be so rude

Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. ShanklyOh, give us your money !

Songwriters

STEVEN MORRISSEY, JOHNNY MARRPublished by

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