Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC

Didn't get to bed last night

On 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 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-mind



Oh come on, oh yeah...



I'm back in the U.S.S.R.

You don't know how lucky you are boys

Back in the U.S.S.R.



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-mind



Oooh show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south

Take me to your daddy's farm

Let me hear your balalaika's 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 boys

Back in the U.S.S.R.



[Oh let me tell you honey

Hey I'm back...]