No More Mr. Nice Guy

No more Mr. Nice Guy Me, a nice guy? Yeah, right! 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'm not hard to get along with Ha, I'm impossible! 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 My dog bit me on the leg today My cat clawed my eye Mom's been thrown out of the social circle Dad's had to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose The Reverend Smith, he recognized me He punched me in the nose He said... no more, Nice Guy No more (No more) Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy, they say He's sick, he's obscene No more (No more) Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy, they say He's sick, he's obscene, oh yeah! Not to say I was ever nice in the first place, ya know?