Lirik Lagu Harry Pollitt - The Limeliters
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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 work; one of Lenin's ladsHe was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cadsCounter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cadsHe was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heavenHe reached the Gates with ease,Said, "May I speak with Comrade God;I am Harry Pollitt pleaseI'm HarryPollitt 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 alrightYou'rea friend of Lady Astor, well OK that's quite alright."
They put him in the choir, but the hymns he did not likeSo he organized the angels and he led them out on strikeLed them out on strike, Led them out on strikeHe 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 gateWho should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Well, they brought him up for trial before the Holy GhostFor spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hostsAmongst the heavenly hosts, amongst the heavenly hostsFor 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 hellYes, he drifted down to hell, he drifted down to hellHe tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell.
Now seven long years have passed, Harry's doing swellHe's just been made the first people's commissar for soviet hell,Commissar of soviet hell, commissar of soviet hellHe'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,If you want to be a bolshevik, 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!
Harry Pollit was a work; one of Lenin's ladsHe was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cadsCounter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cadsHe was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heavenHe reached the Gates with ease,Said, "May I speak with Comrade God;I am Harry Pollitt pleaseI'm HarryPollitt 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 alrightYou'rea friend of Lady Astor, well OK that's quite alright."
They put him in the choir, but the hymns he did not likeSo he organized the angels and he led them out on strikeLed them out on strike, Led them out on strikeHe 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 gateWho should he see but Harry chalkin' slogans on the gate?
Well, they brought him up for trial before the Holy GhostFor spreadin' disaffection amongst the heavenly hostsAmongst the heavenly hosts, amongst the heavenly hostsFor 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 hellYes, he drifted down to hell, he drifted down to hellHe tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he drifted down to hell.
Now seven long years have passed, Harry's doing swellHe's just been made the first people's commissar for soviet hell,Commissar of soviet hell, commissar of soviet hellHe'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,If you want to be a bolshevik, 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!
