No More Mr. Nice Guy

Alice Cooper & Michael Bruce / Alice Cooper: Billion Dollar Babies (1973)

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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got hold of me:
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I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see.
 
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me.
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And I'm getting real shot down and I'm feeling mean.
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No more Mr Nice Guy, No more Mr Clean
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No more Mr Nice Guy, They say he's sick, he's obscene
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me,
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And I'm getting real shot down and I'm feeling mean.
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No more Mr Nice Guy,
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No more Mr Clean
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No more Mr Nice Guy,
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They say he's sick, he's obscene
 
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My Dog bit me on the leg today My cat clawed my eyes. (nice guy-ee)
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Mum's been thrown out of the social circle And my Dad has to hide.
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I went to church incognito; When everybody rose,
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The Reverend Smith he, he recognised me And punched me on the nose
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He said:
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No more Mr Nice Guy, No more Mr Clean
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No more Mr Nice Guy, They say you're sick, you're ob-sce-e-e-ene
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e-e-e-ene - e-e-e-ene, ene !


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