We had to book a holiday, but we were sick o'Whitley bay
We fancied the Mediterranean.
All the vacancies had gone, that's all the vacancies but one
A Vacancy for which we didn't plan.
What could we do? We could hitch, a ride back home from Moskvitch
We had to stay & face the cost & sunbathe in the Russian frost.
[Chorus:]
One one one one night in Moscow, & we'll be Russian home
One one one one night in Moscow
I'll be Russian, you'll be Russian, we'll all be Russian home
The brochure said it's nice & warm, you need no Russian uniform
We had the flu & caught a Russian cough,
No fish n'chips or decent pubs, we called the hotel Wormwood Scrubs
We said we would complain to Gorbochof.
We couldn't find a disco anywhere, no McDonalds or a wimpy in red square
We must have been potty to have gone to the Soviet Union.
[Chorus]
For a pint & Coronation Street
Russian home
A Bacon Sarny and as much as we can eat
Russian home
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