"He's staying there as long as I'm alive"
The Ballad of Harry Pollitt
The Ballad of Harry Pollitt Harry was a bolshie and one of Lenin's lads Was foully murdered by counter revolutionary cads Counter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads Was foully murdered by counter revolutionary cads He landed up in heaven trembling at the knees 'May I speak to God I am Mr. Pollitt please Mr. Pollitt please, Mr. Pollitt please, May I speak to God I am Mr. Pollitt please' 'Who are you' said God, 'if you're humble and contrite And a friend of Lady Astor, then OK. you'll be alright Then OK. you'll be alright, then OK. you'll be alright And a friend of Lady Astor, then OK. you'll be alright' They dressed him in a nightie, put a harp into his hand And he played the Internationale in the hallelujah band In the haleluia band, in the hallelujah band He played the Internationale in the hallelujah band They put him in the choir, the hymns he did not like So he organized the angels and he fetched them out on strike Fetched them out on strike, fetched them out on strike He organized the angels and he fetched them out on strike One day as God was walking around the heavenly state Who should he see but Harry chalking slogans on the gate Slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate Who should he see but Harry chalking slogans on the gate They put him up for trial before the Holy Ghost Charged with disaffection amongst the heavenly host Amongst the heavenly host, amongst the heavenly host Charged with disaffection amongst the heavenly host The verdict it was guilty, said Harry 'That is swell' And he tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he floated down to hell Floated down to hell, floated down to hell He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he floated down to hell A few more years have ended, now Harry's doing swell He's just been made the people's commissar for Soviet hell Commissar for soviet hell, commissar for Soviet hell He's just been made the people's commissar for Soviet hell Now 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!"
