Frankly, Mr. Shankly

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 history



Frankly, mr. shankly, i'm a sickening wreck

I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck

I must move fast, you understand me

I want to go down in celluloid history, mr. shankly





Fame, 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 day





But 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 of





Frankly, 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. shankly





Frankly, 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. shankly



Oh, give us your money !




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