• Song:

    Frankly Mr Shankly

  • Artist:

    The Smiths

The Smiths - Frankly Mr Shankly
Album: The Queen Is Dead (1986)

Capo 4

Intro - C

1ST VERSE
F                            Am         G 
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held 

   Am      G               C
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul

          F                   Am       G
I want to leave, you will not miss me 

          Am         G          F        C
I want to go down in musical history 


VERSE 2
F                           Am       G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck 

             Am    G       C
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck 

             F             Am       G
I must move fast, you understand me 

             Am      G         F                            C
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly 

MIDDLE


VERSE 3
F                 Am     G
Fame, Fame, fatal Fame 

            Am      G             C
It can play hideous tricks on the brain

               F 
But still I'd rather be famous 

     Am           G
Than righteous or holy 

Am           G        F        C
Any day, any day, any day 


VERSE 4    
    F                          Am       G
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled 

       Am            G                  C
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill 

          F                  Am      G
I want to live and I want to Love 

          Am                   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 held 

   Am      G             C
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul 

              F                     Am     G
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry 

         Am                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 asked 

          Am        G           C
You are a flatulent pain in the arse 

         F             Am    G
I didn't mean to be so rude 

         Am         G            F
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly 

                 C
Oh, give us your money !
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