I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps.
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love,
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps.
With every mistake we must surely be learning,
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted too.
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping,
While my guitar gently weeps.
I then look at you all,
Still my guitar gently weeps.

Desmond has a barrow in the market place.
Molly is a singer in a band.
Desmond says to Molly – girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.
Ob-la-di Ob-la-da life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Ob-la-di Ob-la-da life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers’ stores,
Buys a twenty carat golden ring.
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing
In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones.
Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand.
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
And in the evening she still sings it with the band.
Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand.
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she’s singer with the band.
And if you want some fun – take Ob-la-di Ob-la-da.

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 I dreadful flight.

I’m back in the USSR.
You don’t know how lucky you lucky you are boy
Back in the USSR.

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 USSR.
You don’t know how lucky you are boy
Back in the US. Back in the US. Back in the USSR.

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 USSR.
You don’t know how lucky you are boys
Back in the USSR.

Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy’s farm
Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm.

I’m back in the USSR.
You don’t know how lucky you are boy
Back in the USSR.