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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
- Album:
- Pretties For You
- THE STUDIO ALBUMS 1969-1983
- Raise The Dead: Live From Wacken
- Shock Rock Early Days
- Zipper Catches Skin
- Welcome 2 My Nightmare
- Killer
- Dirty Diamonds
- The Eyes Of Alice Cooper
- Dragontown
- Brutal Planet
- The Life And Crimes Of Alice Cooper
- Freak Out
- The Last Temptation
- Hey Stoopid
- Science Fiction
- Trash
- Raise Your Fist And Yell
- Constrictor
- DaDa