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| Disk One: Back in the U.S.S.R.-Lennon/McCartney 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. Been away so long I hardly knew the place Gee it's good to be back home Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case Honey disconnect the phone I'm back in the U.S.S.R. You don't know how lucky you are boy Back in the U.S. Back in the U.S. Back in the U.S.S.R. Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the West behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my mind. 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. 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 Come and keep your comrade 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. Dear Prudence: Lennon/McCartney Dear Prudence, won't you come out and play Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you Dear Prudence won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence open up your eyes Dear Prudence see the sunny skies The wind is low the birds will sing That you are part of everything Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes? Look around round Look around round round Look around Dear Prudence let me see you smile Dear Prudence like a little child The coulds will be a daisy chain So let me see you smile again Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile? Glass Onion: Lennon/McCartney I told you about strawberry fileds You know the place where nothing is real Well here's another place you can go Where everything flows. Looking through the bent backed tulips To see how the other half live Looking through a galss onion. I told you about the walrus and me--man You know that we're as close as can be--man Well here's another clue for you all The walrus was Paul. Standing on the cast iron shore--yeah Lady Madonna tring to make ends meet--yeah Looking through a glass onion. I told you about the fool on the hill I tell you man he living there still Well here's another place you can be Listen to me Fixing a hole in the ocean Trying to make a dove-tail joint--yeah Looking through a glass onion. |