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   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 gettin' 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 the leg today   My cat clawed my eyes   Ma's been thrown out of the social circle   And dad has to hide      I went to church incognito, when everybody rose   The Reverend Smith, he, 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"