Lyrics:

Well, way up on the Arctic coast there's a club that's just the most It's the place where the Russians go when the party line's on hold The best nightclub in the USSR, music, vodka, caviar It's the cossacks local spot when they come in from the cold To that jukebox in Siberia, poundin' out hysteria Get down, get down, Vladivostock, drop a ruble in the slot Of that jukebox in Siberia, jukebox in Siberia In the land of the midnight sun Rasputin's having so much fun Trotsky, Marx and Lenin too, they're all drinkin' at the bar Kruschev, he's there lookin' cool, Michel and Breznev shootin' pool Ivan's up from Gorky Park to hang out with the Tzar At that Jukebox in Siberia, deep in the interior Get down, get down, Vladivostock and all the Russians wanna rock To that jukebox in Siberia, poundin' out hysteria All the Russians wanna rock, drop a ruble in the slot Of that jukebox in Siberia, jukebox in Siberia When the needle hits that 45, all of Russia starts to jive When Chuck Berry rings that bell You know the revolution's alive and well Well, deep beneath the polar ice the Yankee sailors are dressed up nice Take the sub up to the top so they can get on down Well, if you're CIA or KGB they might let you in for free There's a Red Star on the door and you can hear the sounds Of Balalaika's ringin' out, The Beatles singin' Twist and Shout I love the West, I love their beer, I'm so glad Glasnost is here At that jukebox in Siberia, poundin' out hysteria Get down, get down, Vladivostock and drop a ruble in the slot Of that jukebox in Siberia, jukebox in Siberia All the Russians wanna rock, drop a ruble in the slot Of that jukebox in Siberia,