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
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 feelin' real
shot down and I'm
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
Nice guy
Ma's been thrown out
of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church
incognito
When everybody rose
The Reverend Smith he
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 said
You're sick
you're obsce-e-e-e-
e-e-e-e-
e-e-e-ene
Ooh