Flew in from Miami Beach B.O.A.C. 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, discount the phone
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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 mind
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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
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