No More Mr. Nice Guy

I 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 Mr. Nice Guy

No more Mr. Clean

No more Mr. 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 feelin' real shot down

And I'm, I'm gettin' mean

No more Mr. Nice Guy

No more Mr. Clean

No more Mr. Nice Guy

They say he's sick, he's obscene

My dog bit me on the leg today

My cat clawed my eyes (nice guy)

Ma's been thrown out of the social circle

And dad has to hide

I went to church incognito when everybody rose

The Reverend Smith, he

He recognized me

And punched me in the nose, he said

No more Mr. Nice Guy

No more Mr. Clean

No more Mr. Nice Guy

He said, "You're sick, you're obscene"

No more Mr. Nice Guy

No more Mr. Clean

No more Mr. Nice Guy

He said, "You're sick, you're obscene"