(Music, lyrics: 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 sick, he's obscene
I'm not hard to get along with
I'm impossible!
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eye
My mom's been thrown from the social circle
My dad's had to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith
He recognized me
And punched me in the nose
He said, "No more! Nice guy!"
Not to say I was ever nice in the first place,
You know
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