Standard (EADGBE)

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing

 'til they got 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 Mr Nice Guy,

No more Mr Clean

No more Mr 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 feeling mean

No more Mr Nice Guy,

No more Mr Clean

No more Mr Nice Guy,

They say he's sick, he's obscene

My Dog bit me on the leg today

My cat clawed my eyes (nice guy-ee)

 Mum's been thrown out of the social circle

And my Dad has to hide.

I went to church incognito;

When everybody rose,

The Reverend Smith he, he recognised me

And punched me on the nose

He said:

No more Mr Nice Guy,

No more Mr Clean

No more Mr Nice Guy,

They say you're sick, you're ob-sce-e-e-ene

e-e-e-ene

 e-e-e-ene, ene !