| Mason jars on the dresser
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| Filled with quarters and dollars saving them for our trip around the world
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| But now you’ve changed your tune
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| There’ll be no honeymoon
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| So I’m going there without you girl
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| I’m going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila
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| Going down to Purto Rico in a bottle of rum
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| Going to Honolulu in a mai tai mug
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| Then I’m coming back home to
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| Georgia in a jug
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| We’ll never ride that bus to Mexico City
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| It’s a pity we’ll never sail our ship into Waikiki and
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| We’ll never share that brick suburban home
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| Today I’m taking that money out of the jar
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| Tonight I’ll buy my ticket down at the corner bar
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| I’m going down to Mexico in a glass of tequila
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| Going down to Purto Rico in a bottle of rum
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| Going to Honolulu in a mai tai mug
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| Then I’m coming back home to
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| Georgia in a jug |