Frankly, Mr Shankly Lyrics

     Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position Ive 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, Im a sickening wreck
     Ive 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 rather be Famous
     than righteous or holy, any day 

     but sometimes Id 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 didnt realise that you wrote poetry
     (I didnt realise you wrote such bloody awful  poetry)

     Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
     you are a flatulent pain the arse
     I do not mean to be so rude
     but still, I must speck frankly, Mr Shankly