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,