No More Mr. Nice Guy

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing

Till 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 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 her 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 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"