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

I'm Feeling Real Mean



No More Mister Nice Guy

No More Mister Clean

No More Mister 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 Gettin' Real Shot Down

And I'm Feeling Kinda, Kinda 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

The Cat Clawed My Eyes

Ma's Been Thrown Out Of The Social Circle

And My Dad Just Has To Hide

I Went To Church, I Was Incognito

When Everybody Rose

The Reverend Smith, He Recognized Me

And Punched Me In The Nose



He Said No More Mister Nice Guy

No More Mister Clean

No More Mister Nice Guy

They Say You're Sick, You're Obscene



No More Mister Nice Guy

No More Mister Clean

No More Mister Nice Guy

They Say You're Sick, You're Obscene



No More, Oh Ow

No More, Oh Ow

No More Mister Nice Guy