No More Mr. Nice Guy - Live at the Olympia Paris

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
 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
 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 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, recognized me
 He punched me in the nose
 He said
 (No more Mr. Nice Guy)
 (No more Mr. Clean)
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 They said I'm sick, I'm obscene
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 No more Mr. Clean
 No more Mr. Nice Guy
 They said I'm sick, I'm obscene