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The Smiths
FRANKLY, MR. SHANKLY
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FRANKLY, MR. SHANKLY,
The Smiths
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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 21st 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 !
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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 21st 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 !
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