[00:00.00] I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
[00:29.79]'Til they got a hold of me
[00:34.23]I'd open doors for little old ladies
[00:37.83]I helped the blind to see
[00:41.31]I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
[00:45.27]They can't be seen
[00:47.58]With me and I'm gettin' real shot down
[00:51.15]And I'm feelin' mean
[00:55.05]No more mister nice guy
[00:58.74]No more mister clean
[01:02.22]No more mister nice guy
[01:04.68]They say he's sick, he's obscene
[01:23.46]I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
[01:27.30]They can't be seen
[01:29.76]With me and I'm gettin' real shot down
[01:33.30]And I'm gettin' mean
[01:37.29]No more mister nice guy
[01:41.01]No more mister clean
[01:44.43]No more mister nice guy
[01:46.92]They say he's sick, he's obscene
[01:51.66]My dog bit me on the leg today
[01:55.35]My cat clawed my eyes
[01:59.19]Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
[02:02.73]And dad has to hide
[02:06.33]I went to church incognito
[02:09.78]When everybody rose
[02:13.26]The Reverend Smith, he recognized me
[02:16.80]And punched me in the nose
[02:18.84]He said:
[02:27.00]No more mister nice guy
[02:29.46]No more mister clean
[02:30.48]No more mister nice guy
[02:31.32]He said you're sick, you're obscene
[02:32.79]No more mister nice guy
[02:33.36]No more mister clean
[02:33.99]No more mister nice guy
[02:39.18]He says you're sick, you're obscene

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me
I'd open 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 gettin' real shot down
And I'm gettin' 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 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 says you're sick, you're obscene