Nice Guy: No More Mr.

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

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

No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene No More Mr. Nice Guy

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