Friday, September 15, 2006
Frankly Mr. Shylock
The blog entry in which I take classic Smith lyrics and change them around to suit my needs.
Frankly, Mr. Shylock, this position I've held
It doesn't pay my way, and you corrode my soul
I want you to leave, we will not miss you
We want to go down in celluloid history
Frankly, Mr. Shylock, I'm a sickening wreck
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck
We must move fast, you understand me
We want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shylock
Fame, Fame, fatal Fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still you'd rather be Rich
Than righteous or holy, any day
Any day, any day
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Writing my stories about the human will
I want to live and I want to Love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr. Shylock, this position I've held
It doesn't pay my way and you corrode my soul
Oh, I didn't realise that you liked young girls
I didn't realise you liked such bloody awful girls, Mr. Shylock
Frankly, Mr. Shylock, since you ask
You are a useless pain in the arse
I do not mean to be so rude
Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shylock
Oh, give us your money ! (please)
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