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