I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Until 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 getting 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 getting 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 leg today
My cat clawed my eyes
My mom’s been thrown out of society circle
My dad’s had to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith,
he recognized me
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 obscene