Frankly, Mr. Shankly Lyrics
The song Frankly, Mr. Shankly is performed by The Smiths in the album named The Queen is Dead in the year 1990 .
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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 twenty-first 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 a*s
I do not mean to be so rude
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
Oh, give us your money
The Smiths - The Queen is Dead
- The Queen Is Dead/Take Me Back To Dear Old Blighty (Medly)
- Frankly, Mr. Shankly
- I Know It's Over
- Never Had No One Ever
- Cemetry Gates
- Bigmouth Strikes Again
- The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
- Vicar In A Tutu
- There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
- Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others