No More Mr. Nice Guy
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing'Til they got a hold of meI'd open doors for little old ladiesI helped the blind to see
I got no friends 'cause they read the papersThey can't be seen with meAnd I'm gettin' real shot downAnd I'm feelin' mean
No more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyThey say: "He's sick, he's obscene!"
I got no friends 'cause they read the papersThey can't be seen with meAnd I'm gettin' real shot downAnd I'm, I'm gettin' mean
No more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyThey say: "He's sick, he's obscene!"
My dog bit me on the leg todayMy cat clawed my eyesMa's been thrown out of the social circleAnd dad has to hide
I went to church incognitoWhen everybody roseThe Reverend Smithy, he recognized meAnd punched me in the nose
He said:No more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyHe said: "You're sick, you're obscene!"
No more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyHe says: "You're sick, you're obscene!"