There's a wicked woman so despicable it's sad. She's heartless, cold, and pitiless.
She's evil and mad. And when she's about, you'd better look out.
I wanna tell you she's
Bad!
Bad!
Bad!
She's so bad!
Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil
If she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will.
To see her is to take a sudden chill.
Cruella, Cruella de Vil, de Vil
The curl of her lips, the ice in her stare.
All innocent children had better beware.
She's like a spider waiting for the kill.
Look out for Cruella de Vil.
At first you think Cruella is the devil.
But after time has worn away the shock.
Well, you come to realize you've seen her kind of eyes.
Watching you from underneath the rock.
Bad!
Bad!
Bad!
Bad!
Bad!
Bad!
Bad!
Bad!
Bad!
Bad!
Cruella de Vil, she'll give your heart a chill.
Ah, Cruella de Vil, that wicked Cruella de Vil.
A name that will haunt you and make you feel ill.
There's venom inside her and just like a spider she's waiting for the kill.
Cruella!
Ah, Cruella!
Well, that sinister look in her eye, that devious menacing smile.
The ghoulish and frightening shadow she casts will tell you she's wilder than vile.
She'd push a cuddly puppy dog right out in the snow.
That's her, the Cruella we know.
Well, Cruella goes around just being rotten.
She scatters the birds and frightens the little toads.
She'd never be inclined to be even a little kind.
The Spanish cat will never change her spots.
No, that vampire bat, that inhuman beast.
She ought to be locked up and never released.
And if she were nobody would be sad, not sad.
Cruella!
Oh, Cruella!
She's bad!
Bad!
Evil, demented, and mad.
She'd smother your brother and piss to your sister and torture your mother and dad.
Her mind is a pile of malice and grile, but kind is not even a dad.
Cruella!
She's bad!
Bad!
Bad!
So bad!
So bad!