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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Alice Cooper
Voix principales
Michael Bruce
Guitare
Dennis Dunaway
Basse
Neal Smith
Batterie
Glen Buxton
Guitare principale
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Michael Bruce
Paroles/Composition
Alice Cooper
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ed Sprigg
Ingénierie
Frank Hubach
Ingénierie
Jack Douglas
Ingénierie
Peter Flanagan
Ingénierie
Robin Black
Ingénierie
Shelly Yakus
Ingénierie
George Marino
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Bob Ezrin
Production
Paroles
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
Writer(s): Alice Cooper, Michael O. Bruce
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