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' 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
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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
But 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 eyes
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
The Reverend Smith, he recognized me
And punched me in the nose, he said
"No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Clean"
No more Mr. Nice Guy
He said, "You're sick, you're obscene"
No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mr. Clean
No more Mr. Nice Guy
He said, "You're sick, you're obscene"