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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 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, 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 in the leg today My cat clawed my eyes Mom's been thrown out 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 said, you're sick, you're obscene