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[[File:Thequeenisdead.jpg | thumb | right | Cover art]] {{Songbox | Name = Frankly, Mr. Shankly | Album = [[The Queen Is Dead]] | Length = 2:17<br>2:21 (Trumpet version)<br>2:26 (Studio outtake) | Writer = [[Writer::Morrissey]] / [[Writer::Johnny Marr]] | Producer = Initially:<br>[[Producer::Morrissey]] / [[Producer::Johnny Marr]]<br>[[Producer::Stephen Street]] (Trumpet version)<br>Then:<br>[[Producer::Morrissey]] / [[Producer::Johnny Marr]]<br>[[Producer::John Porter]] (Album version) | Recorded = Winter 1985 | Release = | ArtistType = The Smiths }} [[Category:The Smiths Lyrics]] ==Information== * A [[Stephen Street]] produced version of this song with trumpet appears on [[The Smiths β Unreleased Demos & Instrumentals (LP bootleg)|The Smiths β Unreleased Demos & Instrumentals]] bootleg LP.<br> The demo of the song featured as an extra on the deluxe edition of [[The Queen Is Dead]] (2017).<br> Morrissey made a [[https://www.morrisseycentral.com/messagesfrommorrissey/wikipedia statement]] on June 8, 2021 which stated this song was not about [[Geoff Travis]]. == Lyrics == <poem> 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 realize that you wrote poetry - I didn't realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry - Mr. Shankly Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask You are a flatulent pain in the ass I do not mean to be so rude But still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly Oh, give us money </poem> {{CommonSongSections | Artist = The Smiths | Song = {{#replace:{{#replace:{{PAGENAME}}| (single)|}}| (song)|}}}}
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