Alice Cooper | Lyrics | No More Mr. Nice Guy

I used to be such a sweet sweet thing
Until 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 getting 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

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen with me
And I'm getting real shot down
And I'm, I'm getting 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 leg today
My cat clawed my eye
My mom's been thrown out of society circle
My dad's had to hide

I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
The Reserved Smith, 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