Pat Boone — No More Mr. Nice Guy

{Intro} I got a bad reputation (you were a teenage sensation) And I don't know why (and {?} or I) I brush my hair, I brush my teeth, I go to church (you go to church) I'm a really nice guy (as sweet as apple pie) [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 [Pre-Chorus] I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down And I'm feeling mean [Chorus] No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene [Pre-Chorus] I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down And I'm feeling mean, so [Chorus] No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene [Verse 2] My dog bit me on the leg today My cat clawed my eyes My mom's been thrown out of the social circle My dad has to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith He recognized me And punched me in the nose, he said [Chorus] 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