[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Bruce/Alice Cooper
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Michael Bruce/Alice Cooper
[00:27.12]I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
[00:29.97]'Til they got a hold of me
[00:34.58]I opened doors for little old ladies
[00:38.38]I helped the blind to see
[00:42.10]I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
[00:46.36]They can't be seen with me
[00:50.25]And I'm gettin' real shot down
[00:52.62]And I'm feelin' mean
[00:56.91]No more Mister Nice Guy
[01:00.60]No more Mister Clean
[01:04.37]No more Mister Nice Guy
[01:06.87]They say, he's sick, he's obscene
[01:27.14]I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
[01:30.92]They can't be seen with me
[01:34.72]And I'm gettin' real shot down
[01:37.34]And I'm, I'm gettin' mean
[01:41.24]No more Mister Nice Guy
[01:44.86]No more Mister Clean
[01:48.58]No more Mister Nice Guy
[01:51.16]They say, he's sick, he's obscene
[01:56.32]My dog bit me in the leg today
[02:00.18]My cat clawed my eyes
[02:04.32]Mom's been thrown out the social circle
[02:08.02]And dad has to hide
[02:11.67]I went to church, incognito
[02:15.34]When everybody rose
[02:19.07]The Reverend Smith, he recognized me
[02:22.69]And punched me in the nose
[02:24.92]He said, no more Mister Nice Guy
[02:29.54]No more Mister Clean
[02:33.39]No more Mister Nice Guy
[02:35.94]He said, you're sick, you're obscene
[02:40.63]No more Mister Nice Guy
[02:44.23]No more Mister Clean
[02:47.82]No more Mister Nice Guy
[02:50.64]He said, you're sick, you're obscene

作词 : Michael Bruce/Alice Cooper
作曲 : Michael Bruce/Alice Cooper
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 gettin' real shot down
And I'm feelin' 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 gettin' real shot down
And I'm, I'm gettin' mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say, he's sick, he's obscene
My dog bit me in the leg today
My cat clawed my eyes
Mom's been thrown out the social circle
And 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, no more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said, you're sick, you're obscene
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
He said, you're sick, you're obscene