Paul McCartney

Back In The USSR

Paul McCartney

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.

I've 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 mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind.
     Yeah!

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.
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind.
     Yeah!

Show me round the snow-peaked mountains way down south.
Take me to you daddy's farm
Let me hear you balalaikas ringing out,
Come and keep your comrade warm.
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.

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