| No more Mr. Nice Guy
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| Me?
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| A nice guy?
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| Yeah, right!
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| I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
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| 'Til they got a hold of me
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| I opened doors for little old ladies
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| I helped the blind to see
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| I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
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| They can’t be seen with me
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| And I’m gettin' real shot down
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| And I’m feeling mean
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| No more Mr. Nice Guy
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| No more Mr. Clean
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| No more Mr. Nice Guy they say
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| He’s sick, he’s obscene
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| I’m not hard to get along with
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| Ha!
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| I’m impossible!
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| I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
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| They can’t be seen with me
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| And I’m gettin' real shot down
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| And I’m feeling mean
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| No more Mr. Nice Guy
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| No more Mr. Clean
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| No more Mr. Nice Guy they say
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| He’s sick, he’s obscene
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| (Solo)
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| My dog bit me on the leg today
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| My cat clawed my eye
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| Mom’s been thrown out of the social circle
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| Dad’s had to hide
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| I went to church incognito
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| When everybody rose
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| The Reverend Smith
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| He recognized me
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| He punched me in the nose
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| He said…
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| No more, Nice Guy
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| No more (No more) Mr. Nice Guy
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| No more Mr. Clean
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| No more Mr. Nice Guy they say
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| He’s sick, he’s obscene
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| No more (No more) Mr. Nice Guy
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| No more Mr. Clean
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| No more Mr. Nice Guy they say
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| He’s sick, he’s obscene, oh yeah!
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| Not to say I was ever nice in the first place, ya know? |