flying over the counter broken glasses on the floor the smell of fear and two toned hair and a smoke trail out the door counting back from a hundred and they moved the show outside back and forth and front to back to seek the ones that hide they don t want to be found they re running from cruela deville they don t know she is the mob she runs this town she s all evil and she s dying to kill you don t know sergeant tibbs can you hear us hear the howling on the wind everybody s nervous here and anxious to begin there s a spark at the curtains taking our last place to hide tell all the kids on the playground to get on their bikes and ride and ride and ride oh lest she find you oh she is right behind you help me disappear 