No More Mr. Nice Guy

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 Mr. Nice Guy
 No more Mr. Clean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 They say he's sick, he's obscene
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 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
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 No more Mr. Clean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 They say he's sick, he's obscene
 My dog bit me on the leg today
 My cat clawed my eyes (nice guy)
 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 Mr. Nice Guy
 No more Mr. Clean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 He said, "You're sick, you're obscene"
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 No more Mr. Clean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 He said, "You're sick, you're obscene"