Frankly, Mr. Shankly

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THE SMITHS Song
Name Frankly, Mr. Shankly
Album/Single The Queen Is Dead
Length 2:17
Recorded Winter 1985
Writer Morrissey/Marr
Producer Morrissey
Johnny Marr

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Lyrics

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 realize that you wrote poetry - I didn't realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry - Mr. Shankly

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask You are a flatulent pain in the ass I do not mean to be so rude But still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly Oh, give us money

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