In Margate on the promenade hangs a metal shop sign with a picture of a large mussel in front of a kiosk with souvenirs. There an old man pedals painted mussels. All of Margate knew his barking: Shell! Shell! Shell! The Mussel of Margate brings you luck, the golden mussel, The Mussel of Margate, when your gaze falls upon it you think back on many unforgettable hours!
In Margate on the promenade a stench raised itself up. Where once the kiosk with mussels stood, stands a petroleum tank. The son of that old man began another store there: A naphtha and benzene cartel: Shell! Shell! Shell! The mussel of Margate brought him luck, the golden mussel, the mussel of Margate, his gaze fell upon it, he thought back on many unforgettable findings!
And as the tank began to pump on the boardwalk in Margate, a dozen were suspended from every drilling tower that stands over oil in Baku. Kolchak and Denikin, their blood became out of benzene there; the source sprang from a thousand throats: Shell! Shell! Shell! The Mussel of Margate brings you luck, the golden mussel. The Mussel of Margate, when their gaze fell upon it they thought back on many speeches in the people's alliances!
And as the sun stood on the highest point on the boardwalk in Margate, it catches the oil and started burning up, from Azerbaijan to Tibet it set the world on fire! Our Fatherland is named Petroleum, therefore we drill holes into our own hides: Shell! Shell! Shell! The mussel of Margate brings you luck, but we have been cast before the dogs! The mussel of Margate, gazes fell upon it, it's pay back time in this last more decisive hour!
no...for sure not...but the wealthy..you can expect any extravagance from them...most people here are just ordinary people that have to live on a budget.....the rich among us, do annoy most of us too....
so - great!!