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)
A line of Uncleskinny's text reads: "And this too added to my annoynace, this corroding of my soul for his enjoyment, for after awhile I couldn't stop it, did it automaticaly like a reflex."
There is a Victoria Wood song called Funny How Things Turn Out with a line that says "...singer Lerner and Leowe to the mentally ill" which seems to have been bastardized in Shankly.
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