Die erste Platte die er hörte
War irgend 'n Schlagerscheiss
Die heile Welt, wo keiner störte
Und er war Dr. Nice
Doch eines Tages traf er Elvis –
Es war um ihn geschehen
Das gute Gift der Rebellion schoss in seine Venen

No more Mr Nice Guy
No more Mr Clean
No more Mr Nice Guy Baby
So’n Ruf musste dir verdienen

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 getting 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 on the leg today
My cat clawed my eyes
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
The Reverend Smith
He recognized me and punshed me in the nose, he said

No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy, they say
I'm sick, I'm obscene