No More Mr. Nice | Guy

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 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 They say he's sick, he's obscene My woman ran off with a greasy mechanic

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

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"

Here’s the full text of the song by Alice Cooper (from the 1973 album Billion Dollar Babies ), written by Alice Cooper and Michael Bruce: Verse 1 I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til 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 real shot down And I'm feeling mean