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 pa**ed, 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!