Standard (EADGBE)
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'til they got 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 feeling 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 the leg today
My cat clawed my eyes (nice guy-ee)
Mum's been thrown out of the social circle
And my Dad has to hide.
I went to church incognito;
When everybody rose,
The Reverend Smith he, he recognised me
And punched me on the nose
He said:
No more Mr Nice Guy,
No more Mr Clean
No more Mr Nice Guy,
They say you're sick, you're ob-sce-e-e-ene
e-e-e-ene
e-e-e-ene, ene !