NO MORE MR. NICE GUY


Gosh, it's such a hoot to see them quaking 
When I'm king they'll treat me with respect 
And I can't wait to see their poor hearts breaking 
So much for politically correct 

Up 'til now I've pulled my punches 
I intend to eat their lunches 
No more Mr. Nice Guy, not for me 

If you think that I'm hard-hearted 
Well, let me by, I just got started 
No more Mr. Nice Guy, no siree (no siree) 

Vengeance is what I believe in 
I don't get mad, I get even 
As for the world, well that's tragic 
I'm going back to that old black magic 

Good behaviour is so much duller 
Time to show my one true colour 
Baby, Mr. Nice Guy's history 

(I'm going back to that old black magic) 

Up to no good, I love plottin' (he loves plottin') 
Yeah, I'm so good when I'm rotten 
No more Mr. Nice Guy, wait and see (wait and see) 

I'll become that nasty, naughty, petty, spiteful 
Wicked, wayward, way delightful 
Bad guy I was born to be (you so bad, so bad)