Frankly, Mr. Shankly
The Smiths · The Smiths Complete [2011]
Frankly Mr. Shankly, this position I've held
It pays my way but 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, 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 realize that you wrote poetry
I didn't realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Shankly
Frankly Mr. Shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain the ass
I do not mean to be so rude
But still I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
Oh, give us money
It pays my way but 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, 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 realize that you wrote poetry
I didn't realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Shankly
Frankly Mr. Shankly, since you ask
You are a flatulent pain the ass
I do not mean to be so rude
But still I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly
Oh, give us money
Frankly, Mr. Shankly
Released on The Smiths' 1986 album Meat Is Murder, 'Frankly, Mr. Shankly' stands as a quintessential example of Ian Curtis's lyrical precision and Morrissey's distinctive vocal delivery. The track explores themes of political disillusionment and personal frustration, utilizing a driving rhythm that became a signature of the band's post-punk sound. Its inclusion on the 2011 complete album collection highlights its enduring status within the group's discography. The song remains a defining work of the Manchester indie scene, reflecting the era's cultural tensions while showcasing the band's ability to blend social commentary with melodic pop sensibilities.