| Flew in from Miami Beach, BOAC,
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| didn't get to bed last night.
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| On the way the paper bag was on my knee,
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| man I had a dreadful flight.
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| I'm back in the USSR,
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| you don't know how lucky you are, boys.
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| Back in the USSR.
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| Been away so long I hardly knew the place,
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| Gee it's good to be back home.
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| Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case,
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| Honey, disconnect the phone.
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| Well, the Ukraine girls really knock me out,
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| They leave the West behind.
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| And Moscow girls make me sing
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| and shout
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| That Georgia's always on my mind.
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| Oh, show me 'round your snow peaked mountains way down south,
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| Take me to your daddy's farm.
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| Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out,
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| Come and keep your comrade warm.
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| Oh-oh, let me tell you, honey |