Та-тира-тин-та-та
Та-тира-тин-тарин
Та-тира-тин-та-та
Та-тира-тин-тарин

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn't get to bed last night
On 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.

Тин-дари-та-та-тира
Тин-дари-та-та-тира

Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me scream and shout
That Georgia's always on my my my my my mind.

Тин-дари-та-та-тира
Тин-дари-та-та-тира

Та-тира-тин-та-та
Та-тира-тин-тарин
Та-тира-тин-та-та
Та-тира-тин-тарин

Тин-дари-та-та-тира
Тин-дари-та-та-тира

Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balalaika's ringing out [bad word] and keep [bad word] warm.
I'm back in the U.S.S.R.
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the U.S.S.R.