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Lyrics of Frankly, Mr. Shankly by The Smiths
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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
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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
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Mr. Shankly
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Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I'd rather be famous
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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
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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
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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 yer money!
Writer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Johnny Marr
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The Queen Is Dead
Album • 1986 • 10 tracks
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