Facing jar on the dresser, filled with dollars and quarters
Saving them for our trip round 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 tequila
Going down to Puerto Rico in a bottle of rum
Going out to Honolulu
Yeah, my time up
And I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug
We'll never ride that bus to Mexico City
That's a bit
We'll never sail our ship into old San Juan
You'll never walk...
You'll never walk...





With me on the beach at Guadalquivir
We'll never share that brick suburban home
Today I'm taking that money out of that jug
Tonight I'll buy my ticket at the corner bar
Tonight I'll buy my ticket at the corner bar
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 my time up
And I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug
Yes, I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug
Yes, I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug
And I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug