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 bo*er 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?