Frankly Mr Shankly Lyrics

Frankly Mr Shankly lyrics

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held 
It pays my way, but 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 

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 
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 realize that you wrote poetry 
(I didn't
realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry) 

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since
you ask 
You are a flatulent pain the ass 
I do not mean to be so rude

But still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly