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 too 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 ballgowns, 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 (little things) have lost their meaning (don't get in her way)
Rumors fly and tales abound (what can it be?)
Stories echo underground (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 (ah, 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