Oh, 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. (Yeah)      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 mind      Aw come on!   Ho yeah!   Ho yeah!   Ho ho yeah!   Yeah yeah!      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 mind      Oh, show me around 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.   Hey 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!   I'm back in the U.S.S.R.   Yes, I'm free!   Yeah, back in the U.S.S.R.      Ha ha