Beatles, the

Back in the USSR

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 USSR, you don't know how lucky you are, boys.
Back in the USSR.

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
That Georgia's always on my mind.

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

Oh-oh, let me tell you, honey...