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 got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
I helped the blind to see.
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean.
No more Mister Nice Guy,

No more Mister Nice Guy,

No more Mister Clean,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.
And I'm feeling mean.
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.
No more Mister Nice Guy,

My dog bit me on the leg today.
My cat clawed my eyes.
And dad has to hide.
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle,
I went to church incognito.
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith,
He recognized me,
And 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

[[Found by LyricsFetcher
Source: Lyrdb
Date: 2011-03-03 21:07:52]]