| When we’re sent to dear Siberia
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| To Siberi-eri-a
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| When it’s cocktail time 'twill be so nice
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| Just to know you’ll not have to phone for ice
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| When we meet in sweet Siberia
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| Far from Bolshevik hysteria
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| We’ll go on a tear
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| For our buddies all are there
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| In cheery Siberi-a
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| When we’re sent to dear Siberia
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| To Siberi-eri-a
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| Where they say all day the sun shines bright
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| And they also say that it shines all night
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| The aurora borealis is
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| Not as heated as a palace is
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| If on heat you dote
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| You can shoot a sable coat
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| In cheery Siberi-a
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| When we’re sent to dear Siberia
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| To Siberi-eri-a
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| Where the labor laws are all so fair
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| That you never have unemployment there
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| When we meet in sweet Siberia
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| To protect us from diphtheria
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| We can toast our toes
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| On the lady Eskimos
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| In cheery Siberi-a
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| When we’re sent to dear Siberia
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| To Siberi-eri-a
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| Since the big salt mines will be so near
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| We can all have salt to put in our beer
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| When we meet in sweet Siberia
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| Where the snow is so 'superia'
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| You can bet, all right
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| That your Christmas will be white
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| In cheery Siberi-a
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| When we’re sent to dear Siberia
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| To Siberi-eri-a
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| There’s a most delicious bill of fare
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| You must try our filet of polar bear
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| When we meet in sweet Siberia
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| To protect us from diphtheria
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| We can toast our toes
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| On the lady Eskimos
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| In cheery Siberi-a
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| When we’re sent to dear Siberia
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| To Siberi-eri-a
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| When the salt air makes us feel so fine
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| In the fresh salt air from our own salt mine
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| When we meet in sweet Siberia
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| Where the snow is so 'superia'
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| You can bet, all right
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| That your Christmas will be white
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| In cheery Siberi-a |