Bolshevik Boogie and Soviet Swing;
nothin' else to it by the riverside that day.
Cheek to Cheek don't mean a thing
behind an iron curtain in a gypsy foray,
where medals are awarded
'for services to Polka', e'ryone talkin' jive,
bootheels shot from so much spinning.
We hadn't laughed so much since Grandma tried
to jump the wall or Uncle Alexei gossiped
he head off listening in for betting tips.