used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til they got a hold of me. I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see. I got no friends 'cause they read the papers. They can't be seen, with me and I'm gettin' real shot down And I'm feeling mean.
No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say, he's sick he's obscene
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers. They can't be seen, with me and I'm gettin' real shot down And I'm, I'm gettin' mean.
No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say, he's sick he's obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today My cat clawwed my eyes Mom's been thrown out the social circle And dad has to hide I went to church, incognito When everybody rose, the Reverand Smith, He recognized me, And punched me in the nose He said,
No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy He said, you're sick, you're obscene
No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy He said, you're sick, you're obscene