Now for the reason for the title of the post. Did you know this was once a popular song in the 1920s its commemorated on a plaque in Pavonia Newport.
I could find no recording of the song but I think you will agree the lyrics are pretty great, here they are courtesy of the Halcyon Days Music website. I particularly like the line about every kitchen being a brewery.
There's a certain little State No one thought was up to date Jokes about it made a lot of fun But folks are getting hunches Going there in bunches A mighty mob has started on the run Tho' small in size that state is wise nobody hesitates It's population soon will be the whole United States.
People living there are fine Each one has a friend named "Stein" Anderson had better watch his step The cops are in a fury Each kitchen is a brewery They brew those hops that fill you full of pep From California Massachusetts, people far and near A train they take to join the wake, and gather 'round the 'bier'
Everybody's on their way to Jersey Everybody's going there to stay And it's not the air That they're going over there There is something doing something brewing OH! BOY! buckets of joy Three and a half percent in dear old Jersey Is not the dividends the bankers pay Just hop on a train and tell the man that you want to go where they rush the can For everybody's on their way to Jersey.