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 money!)