Shandy is beer mixed with a soft drink, such as carbonated lemonade, ginger beer, ginger ale, or apple juice or orange juice. The proportions of the two ingredients are adjusted to taste, usually half-and-half. Non-alcoholic shandies are known as "rock shandies". Shandies are more popular in western Europe than other parts of the world.
In some jurisdictions, the low alcohol content of shandies makes them exempt from laws governing the sale of alcoholic beverages.
Biermischgetränke ("beer-based mixed drinks") are popular in Germany. Sometimes, non-alcoholic beer is used, so the drink has no significant alcohol content. A common ingredient of these drinks is German-style carbonated lemonade. Since a 1993 change in German tax law, Biermischgetränke are also sold premixed in bottles.
In Berlin and eastern Germany, the Potsdamer, a 50%/50% mixture of light-coloured beer and flavoured soda, is a popular drink. The soda used in a Potsdamer is flavoured with a shot of raspberry syrup, giving it a red colour. (To follow custom and control the size of the head, one should fill a 0.5-l glass halfway with the soda first, and then pour the beer.)
Shandy was somebody’s daughter
Driving to something insane
They busted her crossing the border
Quick as a sniff of cocaine
All she could pay was attention
So all they could take was her time
Proving an ounce of possession
Ain’t worth a piece of your mind.
Chorus:
’cause nightmares are somebody’s daydreams
Daydreams are somebody’s lies.
Lies ain’t no harder than telling the truth.
Truth is the perfect disguise
Locked in the goldhandle bathroom
Martin was changing his mind
Shedding his humble pretensions
One careful toke at a time
And wiping the mask off the man in the mirror
Who really was billy the kid
Smiling at somebody dying
For something that he never did
Chorus:
’cause nightmares are somebody’s daydreams
Daydreams are somebody’s lies.
Lies ain’t no harder than telling the truth.
Truth is the perfect disguise
As soon as he sat down beside her
Shining like saturday night
Shandy was his for the saving
Sweet as she looked in the light
And maybe they moved from the bar to the bedroom
Maybe just stood there instead
Martin woke up wet and screaming
Dreaming of blood on the bed.
Chorus:
’cause nightmares are somebody’s daydreams
Daydreams are somebody’s lies.
Lies ain’t no harder than telling the truth.
Truth is the perfect disguise