Lyrics:
Mason jars on the dresser, filled with dollars, and quarters, Savin' em' for our trip
around the world, But now that you changed your tune, thery'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'm buying 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.
