Mason jars on the dresser filled with dollars and quarters Saving 'em for our trip around the world But now you’ve change your tune there'll be no honeymoon So tonight I'm going there without you girl I'm going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila Going down to Puerto Rico in a bottle of rum Going out to Honolulu in a Mai Tai mug And I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug We'll never ride that bus to Mexico City that's a pity We'll never sail our ship into Old San Juan You'll never walk with me on the beach at Waikiki And we'll never share that brick suburban home Today I'm taking that money out of that jar Tonight I'll buy my ticket at the corner bar I'm going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila Going down to Puerto Rico in a bottle of rum Going out to Honolulu in a Mai Tai mug And I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug Yes I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug