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