No More Mr. Nice Guy - 2002 Remaster

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
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 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 Smedley, 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