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