come christmas, i will entirely DEMAND college radios to play that in their chritsmas themed programmes!
Does this count... 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 your money !