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