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, I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm feelin' mean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Sing it, no more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They say I'm sick, I'm obscene
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen
With me, I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm feelin' mean
Sing it
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They say I'm sick, I'm obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
The Reverend Smithy recognized me
And punched me in the nose
He said
No more Mr. Nice Guy (that's me)
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They say I'm sick, I'm obscene
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They say I'm sick, I'm obscene
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