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,
