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Introduction: This one is the story of Harry Pollitt
Harry Pollit was at one time a very influential member of the Communist Party in England
Until he was finally throwm out; and when they threw him out
They wrote a song about him as if he were dead
And it goes like this
Harry Pollit was a work; one of Lenin's lads
He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads
Counter revolutionary cads, 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 am Harry Pollitt please
I'm Harry Pollitt please, I'm Harry Pollitt please
May I speak with Comrade God, I am Harry Pollitt please.'
'Who are you' said Saint Peter, 'Are you humble and contrite?'
'I'm a friend of Lady Astors.'
'Well, OK. that's quite alright
OK, that's quite alright, well OK. that's alright
You're a friend of Lady Astor, 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
Led them out on strike, Led them out on strike
He organized the angels and he led them out on strike!
One day when God was walking around heaven to medidate
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 the first people's commissar for soviet hell
Commissar of soviet hell, commissar of soviet hell
He's just been made the first people's commissar of soviet hell!
Well the moral of this story Is easy for to tell
If you want to be a Bolshevik
You'll have to got to hell
If you want to be a bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell
Yes, you'll have to go to hell
If you want to be a Bolshevik
You'll have to go to hell!
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