No More Mister Nice Guy

(album: Billion Dollar Babies - 1973)

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 getting real shot down
And I'm feeling 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 getting real shot down
And I'm, I'm getting 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 leg today
My cat clawed my eyes (clawed my eye)
Mom's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide

I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smithy
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
He said you're sick, you're obscene

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice guy
He said you're sick, you're obscene