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Frankly Mr Shankly Ukulele Chords

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The Smiths - Frankly Mr Shankly from The Queen is Dead
Transcribed by Craig Ablitt

Capo 2nd Fret - make the chord shapes as detailed below

Intro - D

1ST VERSE
F                            B#m         G 
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held 

   B#m     G               C
It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul

          F                   B#m      G
I want to leave, you will not miss me 

          B#m        G          F        C
I want to go down in musical history 


VERSE 2
F                           B#m       G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck 

             B#m   G       C
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck 

             F             B#m      G
I must move fast, you understand me 

             B#m     G         F
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly 

MIDDLE


VERSE 3
F                 B#m    G
Fame, Fame, fatal Fame 

            B#m     G             C
It can play hideous tricks on the brain

               F 
But still I'd rather be famous 

     B#m          G
Than righteous or holy 

B#m          G        F        C
Any day, any day, any day 


VERSE 4    
    F                          B#m      G
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled 

       B#m            G                  C
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill 

          F                  B#m     G
I want to live and I want to Love 

          B#m                  G           F          C
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of 


VERSE 5
F                            B#m         G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held 

   B#m     G             C
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul 

              F                     B#m    G
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry 

         B#m               G                 F                     C
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly 


VERSE 6

F                            B#m    G
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask 

          B#m       G           C
You are a flatulent pain in the arse 

         F             B#m   G
I didn't mean to be so rude 

         B#m        G            F
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly 

                 C
Oh, give us your money ! 
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