Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frankly, Mr. Shankly, artist - The Smiths. Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Song language: English
Frankly, Mr. Shankly |
| 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** |
| I do not mean to be so rude |
| Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly |
| Oh, give us your money |