I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing   Until 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 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 shot down   And I'm feeling mean   My dog bit me on leg today   My cat clawled my eye   My mom's been thrown out of society circle   My dad's had to hide   I went to church incognito   When everybody rose, the Reserved Smith   He recognized me   Punched me in the nose