No More Mr. Nice Guy (Live Version)
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 cant be seen, with me and Im gettin real shot down
And Im feeling mean.
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say, hes sick hes obscene
I got no friends cause they read the papers.
They cant be seen, with me and Im gettin real shot down
And Im, Im gettin mean.
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say, hes sick hes obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawwed my eyes
Moms been thrown out the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church, incognito
When everybody rose, the Reverand Smith,
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, youre sick, youre obscene
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said, youre sick, youre obscene