Frankly, Mr. Shankly Lyrics

The Smiths


publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Steven Patrick Morrissey, Johnny Marr
album: Track 22 in album The Queen Is Dead
release date: 1986-6-16
popularity : 4 users have visited this page.
length: 2:18
composer: Johnny Marr
lyricist: Morrissey

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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 realise that you wrote poetry
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain in the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly

Oh, give us your money !

Track Listing

  • 1 The Queen Is Dead
  • 2 Frankly, Mr. Shankly
  • 3 I Know It’s Over
  • 4 Never Had No One Ever
  • 5 Cemetry Gates
  • 6 Bigmouth Strikes Again
  • 7 The Boy With the Thorn in His Side
  • 8 Vicar in a Tutu
  • 9 There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
  • 10 Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others