Die erste Platte die er hörte
The first record that he'd heard
war irgend ’n Schlagerscheiß
Was just some crooner's crap
Die heile Welt, wo keiner störte
A happy world, no one disturbing
und er war Dr. Nice
And he was Dr. Nice
Doch eines Tages traf er Elvis –
But one day he met with Elvis
Es war um ihn geschehen
That really blew him away
Das süße Gift der Rebellion schoss in seine Venen
The sweet poison of rebellion was injected into his veins
No more Mr Nice Guy
No more Mr Nice Guy
No more Mr Clean
No more Mr Clean
No more Mr Nice Guy he said
No more Mr Nice Guy he said
So’n Ruf musste dir verdienen
You have to work hard on a bad reputation
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
they can't be seen with me
they can't be seen with me
And I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm getting mean
And I'm getting mean
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy, they say
No more Mister Nice Guy, they say
I'm sick, I'm obscene
I'm sick, I'm obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My dog bit me on the leg today
my cat clawed my eyes
my cat clawed my eyes
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
and dad has to hide
and dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
When everybody rose
The Reverend Smith
The Reverend Smith
he recognized me and punshed me in the nose, he said
he recognized me and punshed me in the nose, he said
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy, they say
No more Mister Nice Guy, they say
I’m sick, I’m obscene
I’m sick, I’m obscene
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy, they say
No more Mister Nice Guy, they say
He's sick, he's obscene
He's sick, he's obscene