No More Mr. Nice Guy

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til they got a hold of me I'd open 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 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 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 clawed my eyes Ma's been thrown out of the social circle And dad has to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose The Reverend Smedley, 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 says you're sick, you're obscene