No More Mr. Nice Guy

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing

'Til they got a hold of me

I'd open 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 feelin' mean

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister 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 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 clawed my eyes

Ma's been thrown out of the social circle

And dad has to hide

I went to church incognito

When everybody rose

The Reverend Smithy, 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 says: "You're sick, you're obscene!"

• Artist:Pat Boone
• Album:In a Metal Mood: No More Mr. Nice Guy