Harry Pollitt Lyrics - Singles - The Limeliters

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 worker; 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'm 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 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." 

Now, 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 host 

Amongst the heavenly host, amongst the heavenly host 

For spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly host 

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 for soviet hell, 

Commissar of soviet hell, commissar of soviet hell 

He's just been made 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 go 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!