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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alice Cooper
Lead Vocals
Michael Bruce
Guitar
Dennis Dunaway
Bass Guitar
Neal Smith
Drums
Glen Buxton
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Bruce
Songwriter
Alice Cooper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Sprigg
Engineer
Frank Hubach
Engineer
Jack Douglas
Engineer
Peter Flanagan
Engineer
Robin Black
Engineer
Shelly Yakus
Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Bob Ezrin
Producer
Lyrics
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til 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 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 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
Ma's been thrown out of the 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 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 says you're sick, you're obscene
Writer(s): Alice Cooper, Michael O. Bruce
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