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