作曲 : Steven Morrissey/Johnny Marr 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 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 but it corrodes my soul Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask You are a flatulent pain the arse I do not mean to be so rude But still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly, give us your money
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Steven Morrissey/Johnny Marr [00:08.664]Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held [00:12.968]It pays my way and it corrodes my soul [00:16.377]I want to leave you will not miss me [00:20.617]I want to go down in musical history [00:28.145]Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck [00:32.240]I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck [00:35.977]I must move fast, you understand me [00:40.256]I want to go down in celluloid history Mr Shankly [01:04.784]Fame, fame, fatal fame [01:08.176]It can play hideous tricks on the brain [01:12.759]But still I rather be famous [01:15.176]Than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day [01:23.768]But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled [01:27.680]Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill [01:31.569]I want to live and I want to love [01:36.144]I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of [01:44.160]Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held [01:47.744]It pays my way but it corrodes my soul [01:52.250]Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry [01:55.856]I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry [02:03.222]Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask [02:06.791]You are a flatulent pain the arse [02:11.950]I do not mean to be so rude [02:16.139]But still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly, give us your money
