Chuck Brodsky No More Mr. Nice Guy
I used to be a nice guy - with a capital N
You would've liked me - I was everybody's friend
But no more...Mr. Nice Guy...no more
I tried to be like Gandhi - spreading universal love
I'd turn the other cheek - and all that masochistic stuff
But no more...Mr. Nice Guy...no more
I graduated charm school - I was first in my class
But that didn't quite prepare me - for always finishing last
No more...Mr. Nice Guy...me first
I used to read Miss Manners - with a notepad by my side
People'd walk all over me - I used to let ‘em slide
But no more...no more...now I stick my foot out...and I watch ‘em fall
I'd stoop to pick up hankies - I'd hold open doors
On the elevators - I'd push everybody's floors
But no more...no more...this car's full
I'd say “Yessir,” I'd say “No Sir” - treated people with respect
I used to be soft-spoken and politically correct
No more...no more...no friggin' more
Hey, I can be a meanie - let me give you some advice
Better listen up good - I'm not gonna say this twice
No more...no more...aw heck...I said it twice...I'm really sorry
Just look at who's on top - you'll see, they're all a bunch of jerks
The way they lie and cheat and steal - that's just how society works
No more...Mr. Nice Guy...no more
I'd buy drinks for the ladies - they'd all say I was sweet
But then someone like Paul Schatzkin would come & sweep ‘em off their feet
No more...Mr. Nobody...no more
Gonna get me a black leather jacket - a skull and bones tattoo
A big old pair of stomping boots - gonna get a nose ring too
No more...Mrs. Nice Guy...no more
Yeah, I can be a meanie - let me give you some advice
Better listen up good - I'm not gonna say this twice
No more...uh uh...uh uh uh