Frankly Mr Shankly Uke tab by Smiths

4 Chords used in the song: G, B#m, A, D

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Artist: Smiths

Album: The Queen Is Dead

Year: 1986

Difficulty:

3.33

(Beginner)

Key: D, BmChords

Original key: +1.0 step(s) (original tuning)

Chord progression arranged for the Ukulele

Intro - D

1ST VERSE
G                            B#m         A 
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held 
   B#m     A               D
It pays my way, and it corrodes 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 history 


VERSE 2
G                           B#m       A
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck 
             B#m   A       D
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck 
             G             B#m      A
I must move fast, you understand 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 rather 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 fulfilled 
       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 ashamed of 


VERSE 5
G                            B#m         A
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held 
   B#m     A             D
It pays my way and it corrodes my soul 
              G                     B#m    A
Oh, I didn't realise 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 you 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 !