I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing Till 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 feelin mean
No more Mister nice guy No more Mister clean No more Mister nice guy They say he's sick, he's obscene
I'm not hard to get along with Ha, I'm impossible
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 feelin 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 clawed my eye My mom's been thrown out of the social circle My dad's had to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose, the reverend Smith He recognized me Punched me in the nose
He said No More Nice Guy
No more Mister nice guy No more Mister clean No more Mister nice guy They say he's sick, he's obscene
No more Mister nice guy No more Mister clean No more Mister nice guy They say he's sick, he's obscene
Actually I was never nice in the first place you know?