No more, Mr. Nice Guy
Me a nice guy? Damn right
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till 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' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean
No more, Mr. Nice Guy
No more, Mr. Clean
No more, Mr. Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
[Incomprehensible] get along with it, I'm impossible
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. 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
He said, "No more, nice guy"
No more, Mr. Nice Guy
(No more)
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They say, "He's sick, he's obscene"
No more Mr. Nice Guy
(No more)
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
They say, "He's sick, he's obscene"