David Bryce

David Bryce

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Pop - General | Thousand Oaks, California, United States
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Member Since: 2005
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53

Story Behind the Song

One of my favorite tunes as a kid! I near about wore the grooves out on this single...

Lyrics

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 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.

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
They can't be seen with me and I'm feelin' real shot down
And 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 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 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.

Song Length
3:19
Genre
Rock - Classic
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal

Similar Artist
Alice Cooper

Lyric Credits Cooper/Bruce
Music Credits Cooper/Bruce
Producer Credits David Bryce
Performance Credits John Cross - vocals, John Stack - guitars, David Bryce - keyboards, Frank Pagano - bass, Brett Chassen - drums