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!