Lyrics:

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' 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 eye

My mom's been thrown out of the society circle

My dad's had to hide

I went to church incognito

And everybody rose, the reverend Smith

He recognized me

Punched me in the nose



No more Mister nice guy

No more Mister clean

No more Mister nice guy

They say he's sick, he's obscene