Intro - D
1ST VERSE
GB#mA
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
B#mAD
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul
GB#mA
I want to leave, you will not miss me
B#mAGD
I want to go down in musical history
VERSE 2
GB#mA
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
B#mAD
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
GB#mA
I must move fast, you understand me
B#mAG
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly
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VERSE 3
GB#mA
Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
B#mAD
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
G
But still I'd rather be famous
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B#mA
Than righteous or holy
B#mAGD
Any day, any day, any day
VERSE 4
GB#mA
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
B#mAD
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
GB#mA
I want to live and I want to Love
B#mAGD
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
VERSE 5
GB#mA
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
B#mAD
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul
GB#mA
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry
B#mAGD
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly
VERSE 6
GB#mA
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask
B#mAD
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
GB#mA
I didn't mean to be so rude
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B#mAG
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
D
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