No More Mister Nice Guy – Alice CooperBy I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing‘Til they got a hold of meI opened doors for little old ladiesI helped the blind to seeI got no friends ’cause they read the papersThey can’t be seen with me and I’m getting real shot downAnd I’m feeling meanNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyThey say he’s sick, he’s obsceneI got no friends ’cause they read the papersThey can’t be seen with me and I’m getting real shot downAnd I’m, I’m gettin’ meanNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyThey say he’s sick, he’s obsceneMy dog bit me on leg todayMy cat clawed my eyes (clawed my eye)Mom’s been thrown out of the social circleAnd dad has to hideI went to church incognitoWhen everybody rose, the Reverend SmithyHe recognized meAnd punched me in the noseHe said no more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice GuyHe said you’re sick, you’re obsceneNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Nice guyHe said you’re sick, you’re obscene www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20