"No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Alice Cooper

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 getting 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 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, I'm getting 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 leg today
My cat clawed my eye
Mom's been thrown out
Of the social circle
And dad has to hide

I went to church, incognito
When everybody rose
The Reverend Smith
He, 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 said, you're sick, you're obscene