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
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
The Georgians always on my mind.
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.