Back In The U.S.S.R (Live) by Paul McCartney

Well, flew in by Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
Oh, 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.

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.

The Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
Georgia's always on my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my 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, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my mind, yeah

Show me 'round your snow peaked mountain
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.
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.

Yeah, well, I'm back
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
Oh, come and keep your comrade warm, baby
You know what I like
I'm back, I'm back, yeah
Back in the U.S.S.R.

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