
A trifle, of no importance, chicken feed
Small beer was the weak beer Restoration chaps and chapesses started their days on, in the days before potable water supplies. Not necessarliy smaller, just weaker...
I'm going, I'm going where the water tastes like wineClick on the Image to ENLARGE
I'm going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
I'm gonna leave this city, got to get away
All this fussing and fighting, man,
you know I sure can't stay