Harry Pollitt (Live|Collectors Choice Version)-The Limeliters

歌手 : The Limeliters

专辑 : The Slightly Fabulous Limeliters (Live) [Collectors Choice Version]

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:44

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Harry Pollitt (Live|Collectors Choice Version) - The Limeliters

Written by：Ben Bruce

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

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

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

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

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