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