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