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 gettin' 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 clawwed my eyes

Mom's been thrown out the social circle

And dad has to hide

I went to church incognito

When everybody rose the Reverand Smith

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 obscene