Harry Pollitt by The Limeliters Lyrics
This one is the story of Harry Pollitt. Harry Pollitt was at one time a very influential member of the Communist Party in England, until he was finally thrown out; and when they threw him out, they wrote a song about him as if he were dead
And it goes like this:
Harry Pollitt was a worker, one of Lenin's lads;
He was foully murdered by those counter-revolutionary cads
Counter revolutionary cads [spits], counter revolutionary cads
He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heaven, He reached the Gates with ease
Said, "May I speak with Comrade God, I'm Harry Pollitt please
I'm Harry Pollitt please, I'm Harry Pollitt please
May I speak with Comrade God, I'm Harry Pollitt please."
"Who are you," said Saint Peter, "Are you humble and contrite?"
"I'm a friend of Lady Astor's." "Well, OK. that's quite alright
OK, that's quite alright, OK that's quite alright
You're a friend of Lady Astor's, well OK that's quite alright."
They put him in the choir, but the hymns he did not like
So he organized the angels and he led them out on strike
He led them out on strike, he led them out on strike
He organized the angels and he led them out on strike!
One day when God was walking 'round heaven to meditate
Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Chalkin' slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate
Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Well, they brought him up for trial before the Holy Ghost
For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts
Amongst the heavenly hosts, amongst the heavenly hosts
For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts
Well, the verdict it was guilty, Harry said "Ah, well'
And he tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to Hell
Yes, he drifted down to Hell, he drifted down to Hell
He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to Hell
Now seven long years have passed, Harry's doing swell
He's just been made First People's Commissar of Soviet Hell
Commissar of Soviet Hell, Commissar of Soviet Hell
He's just been made First People's Commissar of Soviet Hell!
Now the moral of this story, is easy for to tell
If you want to be a Bolshevik, You'll have to got to Hell
Yes, you'll have to go to Hell, you'll have to go to Hell
If you want to be a Bolshevik, You'll have to go to Hell!
And it goes like this:
Harry Pollitt was a worker, one of Lenin's lads;
He was foully murdered by those counter-revolutionary cads
Counter revolutionary cads [spits], counter revolutionary cads
He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heaven, He reached the Gates with ease
Said, "May I speak with Comrade God, I'm Harry Pollitt please
I'm Harry Pollitt please, I'm Harry Pollitt please
May I speak with Comrade God, I'm Harry Pollitt please."
"Who are you," said Saint Peter, "Are you humble and contrite?"
"I'm a friend of Lady Astor's." "Well, OK. that's quite alright
OK, that's quite alright, OK that's quite alright
You're a friend of Lady Astor's, well OK that's quite alright."
They put him in the choir, but the hymns he did not like
So he organized the angels and he led them out on strike
He led them out on strike, he led them out on strike
He organized the angels and he led them out on strike!
One day when God was walking 'round heaven to meditate
Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Chalkin' slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate
Who should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Well, they brought him up for trial before the Holy Ghost
For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts
Amongst the heavenly hosts, amongst the heavenly hosts
For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hosts
Well, the verdict it was guilty, Harry said "Ah, well'
And he tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to Hell
Yes, he drifted down to Hell, he drifted down to Hell
He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to Hell
Now seven long years have passed, Harry's doing swell
He's just been made First People's Commissar of Soviet Hell
Commissar of Soviet Hell, Commissar of Soviet Hell
He's just been made First People's Commissar of Soviet Hell!
Now the moral of this story, is easy for to tell
If you want to be a Bolshevik, You'll have to got to Hell
Yes, you'll have to go to Hell, you'll have to go to Hell
If you want to be a Bolshevik, You'll have to go to Hell!