Back In the USSR
(originally "Back In the USSR")


I got rid of that bitch, don't you see
Didn't get to bed last night
Oh, the last five months I spent on my knee
Man, I had a dreadful life
She's back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky I am, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah

Been bitched so long I hardly knew my face
Gee, it's good to send her back home
Leave it till tomorrow to throw away her case
Honey disconnect the phone
She's back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky I am, boy
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR

Well the Ukraine girls once knocked me out
Bad habit left behind
Now Moscow girls make me cry and shout
Grim adventure's always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come on
Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
She's back in the USSR
You don't know how lucky I am, boys
Back in the USSR

Oh, hope she'll crash over snow peaked
mountain way down south
Or getting back to her daddy's farm
With balalaika she'll be beaten down
Come and greet your comrade warm
She's back in the USSR
Hey, yu don't know how lucky I am, boy
Back in the USSR
Oh, let me tell you honey
Back In the USSR

(the devochka's reply)


Got tired of tormenting the bloke, you see
Of ruining his life day and night
Of bringing the poor wretch down on his knee
Of the sorry dreadful sight
So I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how sorry you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah

Many times he tried to vanish without trace
Gee, I always brought him back home
Continued to pursue our little merry race
Making him feel it to the bone
But now I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how sorry you are, boy
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR

Well, all the long months I really knocked him out
Now left him far behind
And Moscow guys make me sing and shout
Next victims always on my my my my my my my my my mind
Oh, come on
Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm back in the USSR
You don't know how sorry you are, boy
Back in the USSR

Oh, fool around with bottle,
I still haunt you in your dreams
Run crying to your daddy’s farm
Just sing your wry sad songs like little silent screams
I won’t come and keep you comrade warm
I'm back in the USSR
Hey, you don't know how sorry you are, boy
Back in the USSR
Oh, let me tell you honey
first version © MacRua, 2006
second version © Zuzana, 2006

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