作词 : Alice Cooper, Michael Bruce

作曲 : Alice Cooper/Michael Bruce

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 feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy

They say, he's sicking

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 on the leg today

My cat clawwed my eyes

Mom's been thrown out the social circle

And dad has to hide

I went to church, incognito

When everybody rose, the Reverand 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

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