"NO MORE MR. NICE GUY"From NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET! THE MUSICAL
Original song by Alice Cooper, with additional lyrics by Diane N. TranSONG TYPE: Hard Rock
SCENE PLAYER(S):
- Freddy Krueger, the murderer
- Katherine Krueger, his six-year-old daughter
- Child custody lawyer
- Prepubescents (three to five)
- Male chorus (offstage)
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Outside the federal courts, FREDDY KRUEGER has gotten free from his murder trail due to a technicality. He should be pleased, but isn't because he looses custody of his six-year-old daughter, KATHERINE KRUEGER, and after a tearful goodbye, she is taken away by a CHILD CUSTODY LAWYER supplied by the city. KATHERINE hugs close a teddy bear, which has long stitches across its belly, a souvenir from a previous kill of his, which he begrudgingly gave to his daughter because she wanted it.
She drops the teddy bear accidentally before exiting offstage, but LAWYER turns stops to pick up the teddy bear, notices the stitches, and throws the bear at the alleged Springwood Slasher.
- CHILD CUSTODY LAWYER (spoken spitefully):
Burn in hell, Krueger!
- FREDDY (sung mournfully):
Oh, you always were such a sweet, sweet thing
So young and free
I stand here helpless to see you stolen away
My lil' princess-to-be
Don't you believe what they say in those papers
That you can't be seen ... with me
And I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm ... feelin' mean
FREDDY, CHORUS (sung violently):
I'm sayin', no more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Cl-e-e-ean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say, I'm sick, I'm obsc-e-e-ne
- FREDDY (spoken):
They don't know me very well
I'm just a sweetheart
FREDDY (sung):
Don't you believe what they say in those papers
Now you can't be seen ... with me
And I'm feelin' real shot down
And I'm ... gettin' mean
FREDDY, CHORUS:
Singin', no more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Cl-e-e-ean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say, I'm sick, I'm obsc-e-e-ene
- FREDDY:
I wandered through the streets that night
And somethin' caught my eye
CHORUS:
Nice guy
FREDDY:
Daddy snuck amongst the parks and playgrounds
Blades wavin' high
I hid behind incognito
I arrived and rose ... the Springwood Slasher
Tipped his hat and sliced 'em 'cross the nose
FREDDY (spoken):
Laughin', no more ... nice guy!
FREDDY, CHORUS:
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Cl-e-e-ean
No more Mister Nice Guy
I say, I'm sick, I'm obsc-e-e-ne
Screamin', no more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Cl-e-e-ean
No more Mister Nice Guy
Baby, I'm sick, I'm obsc-e-e-ne
E-e-e, e-e-e, e-e-e-ne
- FREDDY (spoken):
How sweet Fresh meat
- CHORUS (sung):
Nice guy, yeah!
















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