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Harry Pollitt ((Live))

The Limeliters1961年8月25日

Harry Pollitt ((Live)) 歌詞

Harry Pollitt (Live) - 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

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

 

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