Jukebox in Siberia Skyhooks By Greg Macainsh Verse 1 Well, way up on the artic 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 night club in the U.S.S.R Music, vodka, caviar It’s the Cossacks’ local spot when they Come in from the cold to that Chorus 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 Verse 2 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 Bresnev, shootin’ pool Ivan’s up from Gorky park to Hang out with the Czar, at that Chorus Bridge When the needle hits that forty-five All of Russia starts to jive When Chuck Berry Rings that bell You know the revolution’s alive and well Solo Verse 3 Well deep beneath the polar ice The Yankee sailors who dressed up nice Take the sub up to the top so They can get on down Well if you’re CIA of KGB They might let you in for free There’s a red star on the door And you can hear the sounds Of balalaikas ringing out The Beatles singing Twist and Shout I love the west, I love their beer I’m so glad Glasnost in here at that Chorus Outro Jukebox in Siberia Yeah that Jukebox Yeah that Jukebox Yeah that Jukebox in Siberia that Jukebox Yeah that Jukebox in Siberia