Flew in from Miami Beach B O A C Didn't get to sleep last night On the way a paper bag was on my knee God 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. I've been away so long I hardly knew the place God, it's good to be back home I leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case Baby, 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 The Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia, Georgia, Georgia's Always on my my my my my mind 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. Well, the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the West behind The Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia, Georgia, Georgia's Always on my, my, my, my, my mind Take me to the real mountains way down in south Take me to your daddy's farm And let me hear your balalaika's 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