Siberia - Cole Porter

When we’re sent to dear Siberia

To Siberi-eri-a

When it’s cocktail time 'twill be so nice

Just to know you’ll not have to phone for ice

When we meet in sweet Siberia

Far from Bolshevik hysteria

We’ll go on a tear

For our buddies all are there

In cheery Siberi-a

When we’re sent to dear Siberia

To Siberi-eri-a

Where they say all day the sun shines bright

And they also say that it shines all night

The aurora borealis is

Not as heated as a palace is

If on heat you dote

You can shoot a sable coat

In cheery Siberi-a

When we’re sent to dear Siberia

To Siberi-eri-a

Where the labor laws are all so fair

That you never have unemployment there

When we meet in sweet Siberia

To protect us from diphtheria

We can toast our toes

On the lady Eskimos

In cheery Siberi-a

When we’re sent to dear Siberia

To Siberi-eri-a

Since the big salt mines will be so near

We can all have salt to put in our beer

When we meet in sweet Siberia

Where the snow is so 'superia'

You can bet, all right

That your Christmas will be white

In cheery Siberi-a

When we’re sent to dear Siberia

To Siberi-eri-a

There’s a most delicious bill of fare

You must try our filet of polar bear

When we meet in sweet Siberia

To protect us from diphtheria

We can toast our toes

On the lady Eskimos

In cheery Siberi-a

When we’re sent to dear Siberia

To Siberi-eri-a

When the salt air makes us feel so fine

In the fresh salt air from our own salt mine

When we meet in sweet Siberia

Where the snow is so 'superia'

You can bet, all right

That your Christmas will be white

In cheery Siberi-a