Admit it, you thought I was hallucinating when I mentioned that Cole Porter song called Siberia. Well, here, at last, are some of the lyrics from the musical, Silk Stockings [scroll down to song 11]. Enter the commissars, putting on the Ritz:
When we're sent to dear Siberia,
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...
And so on. The Soviet equivalent, you might say, of Springtime for Hitler.