Something Bad Is Happening / More Racquetball

People might think I'm very dyke-ish

I make a big stink when I must

But goddamn

I'm just professional

Never to nonchalant

If I'm a bitch, well

I am what I am

Just call me doc

Don't call me lady

I don't like to talk when I'm losing the game

Bachelors arrive sick and frightened

They leave weeks later unenlightened

We see a trend

But the trend has no name

Something bad is happening

Something very bad is happening

Something stinks

Something immoral

Something so bad that words have lost their meaning

Rumors fly and tales abound

Stories echo underground

Something bad is spreading

Spreading, spreading round

Tell me how it tastes

Tell me if it's good

Tell me dear if you'd like seconds

Stop

Go ahead and wound my pride

Just stop

You're feeling very sick inside

Well, okay

So you've had a bad day

I don't know what to say

Look what's become of my doctor

She's my doctor

And I love her

She's got passion

She's intelligent

And, Jesus Christ, a doctor

Very wealthy

And I love her

Doctor of internal medicine

I'm heartsick

You're unhappy

Life is crappy

And you always see the glass half full

I'm nervous

This is fucking ridiculous

She's my doctor and I love her

She's got

(Heart) My spirits sag when I read the magazines

Men dressed in drag

Next to their moms

Fashion and passion and filler

But not a word about the killer

I like the ball gowns, but, Jesus Christ

Something bad is happening

Something very bad is happening

Something stinks (which she'd never say)

Something immoral

Something so bad that words have lost their meaning (things don't get in her way)

Rumors fly and tales abound

Stories echo underground (what can it be? What can it be?)

Something bad is spreading

Spreading, spreading round

Look a virus has been found

Stories echo underground

Something bad is spreading

Spreading, spreading round

It bounced in

No it didn't

Hit the line, you know it did

Just begin

You kidding?

Who's telling who how to play?

Let me live

Please forgive me for winning one game

Serve it up

I attack

Hold him down

Keep him back

Something's gone out of whack

I hit

Oh shit

My game!

One-two-three-four

One-two-th... Damn it!

One-two-three-four

One-two...

Good serve, Marvin

One-two-three-four

One-two

Hit my heel

Don't be bitter

No big deal, the game is yours

It's unreal, you're a quitter

I can't go on anymore!

Be a jerk, my sweet bruiser

Try to be a decent loser

At least you could give me that

Excuse me, I'm ready to go

I'm ready

I'm sorry

Do you know all I want is you?

Anything you do is alright

Yes it's alright (everything will be alright)

Yes it is (everything will be alright)

Everything will be alright