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