Flew in from Miami Beach B O A C
Didn't get to sleep last night
On the way a paper bag was on my knee
God I had a dreadful flight
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR
I've been away so long I hardly knew the place
God, it's good to be back home
I leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Baby, disconnect the phone
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the US back in the US
Back in the USSR
Well, the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
The Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia, Georgia, Georgia's
Always on my my my my my mind
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR
Well, the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
The Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia, Georgia, Georgia's
Always on my, my, my, my, my mind
Take me to the real mountains way down in south
Take me to your daddy's farm
And let me hear your balalaika's ringing out
And come and keep your comrade warm
Back in USSR
You know how lucky you are, boy
Back in US back in US
Back in the USSR boy
