No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene
My woman ran off with a greasy mechanic My children are all on dope My mother calls me a criminal My father says he can't cope My sister's in a funny farm My brother's in a cell My auntie flies a chopper In a foreign war, what the hell? No More Mr. Nice Guy
I remember the time I went on TV They said, "Son, why'd you wanna be a rock star?" I said, "It's for the money, for the glory, for the fame" They said, "Son, that's a goddamn shame" No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister
No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene "It's for the money
No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene
No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene