Facing jar on the dresser, filled with dollars and quartersSaving them for our trip round the worldBut now you've changed your tune, there'll be no honeymoonSo tonight I'm going there without you, girlI'm going down to Mexico in a glass of tequilaGoing down to Puerto Rico in a bottle of rumGoing out to HonoluluYeah, my time upAnd I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jugWe'll never ride that bus to Mexico CityThat's a bitWe'll never sail our ship into old San JuanYou'll never walk...You'll never walk...With me on the beach at GuadalquivirWe'll never share that brick suburban homeToday I'm taking that money out of that jugTonight I'll buy my ticket at the corner barTonight I'll buy my ticket at the corner barTonight I'll buy my ticket at the corner barI'm going down to Mexico in a glass of tequilaGoing down to Puerto Rico in a bottle of rumGoing out to Honolulu in my time upAnd I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jugYes, I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jugYes, I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jugAnd I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug