Lyrics of The porter (happy cause he can bark)

Now i know what the moroccan guy meant,
And i sure know how i feels
When he gets kicked out of a club
By a bald muscled security-guy
"you don't belong here" he says straight-faced
And even gave me a dirty look

Power, power, power
It probably feels good when you despise me
You smile, smile, smile
There he stands, he gets a boner of it
Happy cause he can bark

It took some time before i understood
But he kept his anabolic arm in front of me
For a moment i thought of a bad joke
I asked for an explanation but he lisped: "and now quickly"

Of course i heard the stories
Allochthones and sneakers are kept out
But here i stood with good shoes and snow white
Because i have an obstinate haircut i got in trouble
Against so much stupidity i'm speechless
Why do i even want to go in this club?

Power, power, power
It probably feels good when you despise me
You smile, smile, smile
There he stands, he gets a boner of it
In the night, night, night
A piece of crap in shiny shoes doesn't trust me
But who here has the wrong head?
There he stands, happy cuase he can bark
You make me puke man!