Flew in from Miami Beach B O A C
Didnt get to sleep last night
On the way a paper bag was on my knee
God I had a dreadful flight
Im back in the U.S.S.R
You dont know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the U.S.S.R
Ive been away so long I hardly knew the place
God, its good to be back home
I leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case
Baby, disconnect the phone
Im back in the U.S.S.R
You dont 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
The Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia, Georgia, Georgias
Always on my my my my my mind
Im back in the U.S.S.R
You dont know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the U.S.S.R
Well, the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
The Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia, Georgia, Georgias
Always on my, my, my, my, my mind
Take me to the real mountains way down in south
Take me to your daddys farm
And let me hear your balalaikas ringing out
And come and keep your comrade warm
Back in U.S.S.R
You know how lucky you are, boy
Back in U.S. back in U.S
Back in the U.S.S.R. boy