Back in the USSR | Back to the All-Night Report |
The Beatles | Same tune... |
| Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC; | Doing lab reports and living on coffee; |
| Didn't get to bed last night. | Didn't get to bed last night. |
| On the way the paper bag was on my knee, | Will I ever get it done, I'll have to see: |
| Man, I had a dreadful flight, | Man, I had a load to write, |
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| I'm back in the USSR. | I'm back to the all-night report. |
| You don't know how lucky you are, boy. | You don't know you're fucked till you are, boy. |
| Back in the USSR. | Back to the all-night report! |
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| Been away so long I hardly knew the place | Been away for Christmas getting off my face |
| Gee it's good to be back home. | Gee I wanna be back home. |
| Left it till tomorrow to unpack my case, | Left it till tomorrow, now it's quite a race, |
| Honey, disconnect the phone. | Stressed and starting soon to foam. |
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| I'm back in the USSR. | I'm back to the all-night report. |
| You don't know how lucky you are, boy. | You don't know you're fucked till you are, boy. |
| Back in the US, Back in the US, Back in the USSR. | Back to the all-night, back to the all-night, back to the all-night report! |
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| Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out, | Well I've done a bit but I'm such a lout; |
| They leave the west behind. | I'll leave the rest behind. |
| And Moscow girls make me sing and shout, | But will I finish? I have my doubts, |
| That Georgia's always on my-my-my-my-my-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind! | That deadline's always on my-my-my-my-my-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind! |
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| I'm back in the USSR. | I'm back to the all-night report. |
| You don't know how lucky you are, boy. | You don't know you're fucked till you are, boy. |
| Back in the USSR. | Back to the all-night report! |
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| Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out, | Well I've done a bit but I'm such a lout; |
| They leave the west behind. | I'll leave the rest behind. |
| And Moscow girls make me sing and shout, | But will I finish? I have my doubts, |
| That Georgia's always on my-my-my-my-my-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind! | That deadline's always on my-my-my-my-my-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind! |
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| Show me 'round your snow-peaked mountains way down south, | Show me round the problem - why've I left it late? |
| Take me to your Daddy's farm | I leave it even when I'm warned. |
| Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out, | Heating's turned off for the night; coffee my mate, |
| Come and keep your comrade warm. | Come and keep your comrade warm. |
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| I'm back in the USSR. | I'm back to the all-night report. |
| You don't know how lucky you are, boy. | You don't know you're fucked till you are, boy. |
| Back in the USSR. | Back to the all-night report! |
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