I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing Until they got a 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 shot down And I'm feeling 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 getting shot down And I'm feeling mean My dog bit me on leg today My cat clawled my eye My mom's been thrown out of society circle My dad's had to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose, the Reserved Smith He recognized me Punched me in the nose
