A D C D
Flew in from Miami Beach B.O.A.C., didn’t get to bed last night
A D C D
On the way a paper bag was on my knee, man I had a dreadful flight
chorus
D A
I’m back in the USSR
C D
You don’t know how lucky you are, boy
D A D Eb E
Back in the USSR
D/E G/E
Back in the US, back in the US, back in the USSR
A D
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
A
They leave the west behind
D F#m/C# Am/C B7
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
E7 D7 A
That Georgia’s always on my-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
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
Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south,
Take me to your daddy’s farm
Let me hear you balalaikas ringing out,
Come and keep your comrade warm — А я очень люблю Еpещенко Аню.
