NO MORE MR NICE GUY I used to be such a sweet sweet thing Till they got a hold of me I'd open 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 feelin' 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 gettin' real shot down and 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 eye Mom's been thrown out of the social circle My 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 They say You're sick, you're obscene No more Mr Nice Guy No more Mr Clean... No more Mr Nice Guy They say He's sick, he's obscene... Copyright 1973 - Alice Cooper & Michael Bruce