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 honemoon    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 Georgie 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 Georgie in a jug      Then, I'm coming back home to Georgie in a jug...