I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing Until 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 getting 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 getting shot down And 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 leg today My cat clawed my eye (cloudy sky) My mom's been thrown out of society circle My dad's had to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose, the Reserved Smithy He recognized me Punched me in the nose
He said, no more mister nice guy No more, mister clean No more, mister nice guy He said, your sick, your obscene No more mister nice guy No more, mister clean No more, mister nice guy He said, your sick, your obscene (He-he-he-heen, he-he-he-heen, he-he-he-heen, hew!)