I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing

Till 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 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 feelin' 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 eye

Mom's been thrown out of the social circles

And dad has to hide

I went to church incognito

When everybody rose the Reverend Smithy

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