My woman ran off with a greasy mechanic My children are all on dope My mother calls me a criminal My father says he can't cope My sister's in a funny farm My brother's in a cell My auntie flies a chopper In a foreign war, what the hell?
I remember the time I went on TV They said, "Son, why'd you wanna be a rock star?" I said, "It's for the money, for the glory, for the fame" They said, "Son, that's a goddamn shame" No More Mr. Nice Guy
No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene My woman ran off with a greasy mechanic