Here's the Limeliters' version.  It's easy to sing.

SWO

HARRY POLLITT
(Bruce)

            G                                                 D
Harry Pollitt was a worker, one of Lenin's lads
                       C                         G                D7          G
He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads,
    G             D7           G                        C             G
Counter revolutionary cads, counter revolutionary cads,
                        C                         G               D7           G
He was foully murdered by those counter revolutionary cads,

Well, Harry went to heaven.  He reached the gate with ease,
Said, "May I speak with Comrade God?  I'm Harry Pollitt, please.
Harry Pollitt, please,..."

"Who are you" said St. Peter?  Are you humble and contrite?
You're a friend of Lady Astor?  Well, OK, that's quite all right,
OK, that's quite all right,..."

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,... .

One day as God was walking 'round heaven to meditate,
Who should he see but Harry chalking slogans on the gate,
Chalking slogans on the gate... .

They put him up for trial before the Holy Ghost
For spreading disaffection amongst the heavenly host,
Amongst the heavenly host, ... .

The verdict it was guilty, said Harry "All well."
He tucked his nightie 'round his knees and he driftted down to hell
Driftted down to hell, ...

Now seven long years have passed,  Harry's doing swell.
He's just been made First People's Commissar of Soviet Hell
Commissar of Soviet Hell, ... .

Now the moral of this story is easy for to tell,
If you want to be a Bolshevik, you'll have to go to hell,
You'll have to go to hell, ...
If you want to be a Bolshevik, You'll have to go to hell!"