Back In The U.S.S.R.

Flew in from Miami Beach B.O.A.C.
Didn't get to bed last night
All the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man, I had a dreadful flight

I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are
Boy, back in the U.S.S.R.
Been away so long I hardly knew the place

Gee, it's good to be back home
Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Honey, disconnect the phone
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.

You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Well, these Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my... mind

I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.S.R.

Well, these Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my... mind

Oh, show me round your snow-peaked
Mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm

I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the U.S.

Back in the U.S.
Back in the U.S.S.R., oh