Back In USSR

Flew in from Miami Beach B.O.A.C., didn't get to bed last night

On the way a paper bag was on my knee, man I had a dreadful flight

chorus
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR

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
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind

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

Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south,
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear you balalaikas ringing out,
Come and keep your comrade warm