Mason jars on the dresser
Filled with quarters and dollars savin em for our trip around the world
But now you´ve changed your tune
There´ll be no honeymoon

So I´m going there without you girl

I´m going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila
Going down to Purto Rico in a bottle of rum
Going to Honolulu in a mai tai mug
Then I´m coming back home to
Georgia in a jug.

We´ll never ride that bus to Mexico City
It´s a pity we´ll never sail our ship into Waikiki and
We´ll never share that brick suburban home
Today I´m taking that money out of the jar
Tonight I´ll buy my ticket down at the corner bar

I´m going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila
Going down to Purto Rico in a bottle of rum
Going to Honolulu in a mai tai mug

Then I´m coming back home to
Georgia in a jug.