Track bySlash/Roger Daltrey
No more Mister Nice Guy Me, a nice guy? Yeah right! 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 sick, he's obscene I'm not hard to get along with... Ha! I'm impossible! 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 sick, he's obscene My dog bit me on the leg today My cat clawed my eye Mom's been thrown out of the social circle And Dad's had to hide I went to church incognito And everybody rose The Reverend Smith, he recognized me And punched me in the nose, he said No more Nice guy No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene, oh yeah Never said I was that nice in the first place, you know?