FRANKLY, MISTER 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, MISTER SHANKLY
I'M A SIKENING 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
MISTER 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, MISTER 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
MISTER SHANKLY
FRANKLY, MISTER 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, MISTER SHANKLY
OH, GIVE US YOUR MONEY