Silk Stockings: Sweet Siberia

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, There’s a most delicious bill of fare, You must try out 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