| G | B#m | A | |
| Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this po | sition I've | held |
| B#m | A | D | |
| It | pays my | way, and it corr | odes my soul |
| G | B#m | A | |
| I want to | leave, you will not | miss me |
| B#m | A | G | D | |
| I want to | go down in | musical his | tory |
| VERSE 2 |
| G | B#m | A | |
| Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a | sickening | wreck |
| B#m | A | D | |
| I've got the | 21st c | entury b | reathing down my neck |
| G | B#m | A | |
| I must move f | ast, you under | stand me |
| B#m | A | G | |
| I want to go | down in | celluloid | history, Mr. Shankly |
| MIDDLE |
| VERSE 3 |
| G | B#m | A | |
| Fame, Fame, fatal | Fame |
| B#m | A | D | |
| It can play | hideous | tricks on the | brain |
| G | |
| But still I'd r | ather be famous |
| B#m | A | |
| Than | righteous or | holy |
| B#m | A | G | D | |
| Any day, any | day, any | day |
| VERSE 4 |
| G | B#m | A | |
| But | sometimes I'd feel more ful | filled |
| B#m | A | D | |
| Making | Christmas cards | with the mentally | ill |
| G | B#m | A | |
| I want to | live and I want to | Love |
| B#m | A | G | D | |
| I want to | catch something that | I might be a | shamed of |
| VERSE 5 |
| G | B#m | A | |
| Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this po | sition I've | held |
| B#m | A | D | |
| It | pays my | way and it cor | rodes my soul |
| G | B#m | A | |
| Oh, I didn't r | ealise that you wrote | poetry |
| B#m | A | G | D | |
| I didn't | realise you wrote | such bloody awful | poetry, Mr. Shankly |
| VERSE 6 |
| G | B#m | A | |
| Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since y | ou ask |
| B#m | A | D | |
| You are a | flatulent | pain in the | arse |
| G | B#m | A | |
| I didn't | mean to be so | rude |
| B#m | A | G | |
| Still, I | must speak | frankly, Mr. | Shankly |
| D | |
| Oh, give us your | money ! |