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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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