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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing |
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'Til they got a hold of me |
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I'd open doors for little old ladies |
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I helped the blind to see |
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers |
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They can't be seen |
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With me and I'm gettin' real shot down |
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And I'm feelin' mean |
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No more mister nice guy |
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No more mister clean |
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No more mister nice guy |
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They say he's sick, he's obscene |
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers |
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They can't be seen |
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With me and I'm gettin' real shot down |
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And I'm gettin' mean |
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No more mister nice guy |
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No more mister clean |
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No more mister nice guy |
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They say he's sick, he's obscene |
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My dog bit me on the leg today |
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My cat clawed my eyes |
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Ma's been thrown out of the social circle |
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And dad has to hide |
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I went to church incognito |
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When everybody rose |
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The Reverend Smith, he recognized me |
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And punched me in the nose |
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He said: |
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No more mister nice guy |
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No more mister clean |
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No more mister nice guy |
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He said you're sick, you're obscene |
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No more mister nice guy |
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No more mister clean |
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No more mister nice guy |
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He says you're sick, you're obscene |
