No More Mr. Nice Guy

No more Mister Nice Guy

Me? A Nice Guy?

Yeah! Right!

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'm not hard to get along with

Ha! I'm impossible!

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

My dog bit me on the leg today

My cat clawed my eyes

Mom's been thrown out of the social circle

Dad's had to h-hide

I went to church incognito

When everybody rose

The Reverend Smith

He recognized me

Punched me in the nose

He said "No more, Nice Guy"

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy

(They say) He's sick, he's obscene

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy

(They say) He's sick, he's obscene

(And actually, I was never nice in the first place)