Lyrics Something Bad Is Happening / More Racquetball - Tracie Thoms , Andrew Rannells , Betsy Wolfe , Christian Borle

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