C [Verse 1]F Am G Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've heldAm G C It pays my way, and it corrodes my soulF Am G I want to leave, you will not miss meAm G F C I want to go down in musical history [Verse 2]F Am G Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreckAm G C I've got the 21st century breathing down my neckF Am G I must move fast, you understand meAm G F C I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly [Instrumental]F C G Am F C G Am F C G Am Eb G CF C G Am F C G Am F C G Am Eb G FC [Verse 3]F Am G Fame, fame, fatal fameAm G C It can play hideous tricks on the brainF But still I'd rather be famousAm G Than righteous or holyAm G F C Any day, any day, any day [Verse 4]F Am G But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilledAm G C Making Christmas cards with the mentally illF Am G I want to live and I want to loveAm G F C I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of [Verse 5]F Am G Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've heldAm G C It pays my way and it corrodes my soulF Am G Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetryAm G F C I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly [Verse 6]F Am G Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you askedAm G C You are a flatulent pain in the arseF Am G I didn't mean to be so rudeAm G F Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. ShanklyC Oh, give us your money!
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