Where's the Bathroom

Where's the bathroom? Where's the bathroom?
I need to use the bathroom
Tell me that you have a bathroom
In this hovel you call home

I don't know which was bumpier
The plane ride or the taxi
All these freeways are a nightmare
Where's my purse? I need my comb

By the way, you're looking healthy
And by healthy, I mean chunky
I don't mean that as an insult
I'm just stating it as fact
I see your eczema is back

Are you using the lotion that I sent you?
If you're not gonna use it, I'll return it to the store
God, I give you everything
And still you just want more, more, more, more, more

Where's the bathroom? Where's the bathroom?
You haven't told me where your bathroom is (it's upstairs)
Okay, fine, I need the walk
Well, your house is dot-dot-dot charming
Though, some florals wouldn't kill you
Do you ever get a maid here?
It's so nice to sit and talk

Since when do you have a vendetta against vases?
When did you stop wearing makeup?
Are you sure that you're not gay?
I'd still love you if you were gay
It would explain this vase vendetta
Please just tell me if you're gay
(Again, I am not gay)

Don't interrupt me, you're always with the talking
I just got off a plane, give me a moment to catch my breath
It's the least you can do since you lived inside me for nine months
And you still haven't told me
Where the hell your stupid bathroom is
(Again, it's upstairs)
(Oh right, thank you)

You call that a bathroom? That's what passes for a bathroom?
There were no bowls of rocks or any decorative soaps
You don't even have a bath mat
Who doesn't have a bath mat?
If you need a bath mat I can-
Oh, did you hear?

A bishop in Wisconsin said something anti-semitic
So the temple has decided to boycott Cheddar cheese
Everyone asks how you're doing
"How is little Becky? Is she still a big shot lawyer?"
And to that I just say, "Please"

You won't get a husband this way
At least you have your career
Oh wait, you threw out your career
To chase this California dream

I wasted all that dough on Harvard and Yale for you to be
Living in a dump in nowhere, USA
Getting fatter by the minute on this greasy goyish food
Just put my luggage in my room, could I get a glass of water?
I'll be back in a moment, I need to use the bathroom
Again



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Schlesinger, Jack Dolgen, Rachel Bloom, Audrey Wauchope, Rachel Specter
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