A                   C#m 
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
     G        Bm   D  E 
'til they got hold of me:
A                  C#m 
I opened doors for little old ladies,
  G          Bm    D  E 
I helped the blind to see.

  F#m                          Bm
  I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
  D                       E       
  They can't be seen with me
  F#m             Bm                    D         E
  And I'm getting real shot down and I'm, feeling mean

F#m        E    A 
No more Mr Nice Guy,
F#m        E        
No more Mr Clean
F#m        E    A    
No more Mr Nice Guy,
          F#m             E        
They say, he's sick, he's obscene


  F#m                          Bm
  I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
  D                       E       
  They can't be seen with me
  F#m             Bm                    D         E
  And I'm getting real shot down and I'm, feeling mean

F#m        E    A 
No more Mr Nice Guy,
F#m        E        
No more Mr Clean
F#m        E    A    
No more Mr Nice Guy,
          F#m             E        
They say, he's sick, he's obscene

A                    C#m 
My Dog bit me on the leg today
   G             Bm    D    E        
My cat clawed my eyes (nice guy)
A                            C#m 
Mum's been thrown out of the social circle 
    G      Bm  D  E  
And my Dad has to hide.
A                C#m 
I went to church incognito; 
G         Bm   D  E 
When everybody rose,
A                         C#m 
The Reverend Smith he, he recognised me
G                     Bm    D  E   
And punched me on the nose, He said:

F#m        E    A
No more Mr Nice Guy,
F#m        E        
No more Mr Clean
F#m        E    A  
No more Mr Nice Guy,
          F#m                 E        
They say, you're sick, you're ob-sce-e-e-ene 
E                     A
eee-ene  eee-ene, ene