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