Paul Mccartney

Flew in from miami beach b.o.a.c., didnt get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee, man I had a dreadful flight
Im back in the ussr, you dont know how lucky you are boy
Back in the ussr
Been away so long I hardly new the place, gee its good to be back home
Leave it til tomorrow to unpack my case, honey disconnect the phone
Im back in the ussr, you dont know how lucky you are boy
Back in us, back in the us, back in the ussr
Well, the ukraine girls really knock me out, they leave the west behind
And moscow girls make me sing and shout
That georgias always on my mi-mi-mi-mi-mind