ALICE COOPER

 

No More Mister Nice Guy




I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
īTil they got a hold of me.
I opened doors for little old ladies,
I helped the blind to see.
I got no friends īcause they read the papers.
They canīt be seen with me and Iīm gettinī real shot down
And Iīm feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say heīs sick, heīs obscene.

I got no friends īcause they read the papers.
They canīt be seen with me and Iīm gettinī real shot down
And Iīm feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say heīs sick, heīs obscene.

My dog bit me on the leg today.
My cat clawed my eyes.
Maīs been thrown out of 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.
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say heīs sick, heīs obscene.