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 |
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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 |
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version © MacRua, 2006 second version © Zuzana, 2006 photo © unknown |
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