I used to be such a sweet sweet thing
Till 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 feelin' 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 feelin' real shot down
And I'm I'm gettin' mean
They say he's sick they say he's obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
Mom's been thrown out of the social circles
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
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
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 obscene obscene obscene