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,
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...
And so on. The Soviet equivalent, you might say, of Springtime for Hitler.
[Hat-tip: Rich]
All right by me in Si-be-ri-a
Ice, bears and trees in Si-be-ri-a
Frost freezes pee in Si-be-ri-a
None of us free in Si-be-ri-a
Posted by: dearieme | Friday, March 23, 2007 at 11:31 PM