No More Mr. Nice Guy - Live at the NEC, Birmingham, UK - December 1989

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, I'm feelin' real shot down
 And I'm feelin' mean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 Sing it, no more Mr. Clean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 They say I'm sick, I'm obscene
 I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
 They can't be seen
 With me, I'm feelin' real shot down
 And I'm feelin' mean
 Sing it
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 No more Mr. Clean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 They say I'm sick, I'm obscene
 My dog bit me on the leg today
 My cat clawed my eye
 Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
 And dad has to hide
 I went to church incognito
 When everybody rose
 The Reverend Smithy recognized me
 And punched me in the nose
 He said
 No more Mr. Nice Guy (that's me)
 No more Mr. Clean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 They say I'm sick, I'm obscene
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 No more Mr. Clean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 They say I'm sick, I'm obscene