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