Lyrics:

Mason jars on the dresser
Filled with quaters and dollars
Savin' 'em for our trip around the world
But now you've changed 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 tequilla
Going down to Puerto Rico in a bottle of rum
Going out 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 Ol' 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 the jar
Tonight I'll buy my ticket, down at the corner bar
I'm going down to Mexico in a glass of tequilla
Going down to Puerto Rico in a bottle of rum

Going out to Honolulu in a Mai Tai mug
Then I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug
Then I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug