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
Ah...

When we're sent to dear Siberia
To Siberi-eri-a
There's a most delicious bill-of-fair
You must try our filet of polar bear

When we meet in sweet Sibеria
To protect us from diphtheria
We can toast our toеs on the lady Eskimoes
In cheery Siberi-a
Ah...

When we're sent to dear Siberia
To Siberi-eri-a
Where the salt air makes us feel so fine
It is fresh salt air from our own salt mine
When we meet in sweet Siberia
Where the snow is so "superia"
You can bet alright, that your Christmas will be white
In cheery Siberi-a