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 I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me And I'm feelin' real shot down And I'm, I'm gettin' 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 eyes (nice guy) 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 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"