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