I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till 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 gettin' real shot down
And I'm turning green
They said: "No more, Mr. Nice Guy"
No more, Mr. Clean
No more, Mr. Nice Guy
They say: "You're sick, you're obscene"
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm turning green
They said: "No more, Mr. Nice Guy"
No more, Mr. Clean
No more, Mr. Nice Guy
They said: "You're sick, you're 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 Smith, he recognized me
And punched me in the nose
He said: "No more, Mr. Nice Guy"
No more, Mr. Clean
No more, Mr. Nice Guy
He said: "You're sick, you're obscene"
No more, Mr. Nice Guy
No more, Mr. Clean
No more, Mr. Nice Guy
He said: "You're sick, you're obscene"
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