No More Mr. Nice Guy (live) - Alice Cooper

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 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 Smedley, 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