About that time, the doors burst open, everybody hit the floor as the cops filled in and spread out. I grabbed the dame and we split up through the skylight. It was so dirty and grimy from the cooking and Joe never cleaning it, that those cops never knew it was there. We shimmied outta there, jumped onto the next roof, ran to the far edge and I told Baby, "When I say 'JUMP!' you do it! NOW!"Holding her hand tight, I landed with her on the back of a police horse, saddled and ready to ride. Baby snuggled up against me, I grabbed the reins and we hightailed it outta there like Zorro, or Tonto & the Lone Ranger, or Pancho Villa, or, well you get the picture? Baby just had a few more curves than any a'dohs guys.
I gave the horse his head, and he made a sharp turn to the left, running as fast as he could from all of the commotion a'that police raid. We could hear people screaming, sirens blazing, it sounded like a four-alarm fire was blazing away; but there we rode, in a blazing saddle of our own. We were wanted by the law and we had to go on the lam or else it would be the silence of the lambs for us!
I was hoping that horse knew his way around the country insteada just bein' a city horse; I hoped he was kissin' cousins with some mare outside on a farm with a fast getaway car or at least a barn to lay low in for awhile. Taking up the reins, I decided to let him know where I wanted to go and it definitely wasn't to the stable where he knew some oats was waitin'!
All the while I was biting my tongue from it trying to take its natural course; that is a course of cussing up a blue streak within hearing a'the lady. I knew that undeneath all that cheap nail polish and polyester reeking of Pyramid Patchouli, there was a real lady just dying to burst outta the prison she'd been in, if she'd only meet the guy of her dreams. A guy like me who'd recognise that she wasn't meant to be the lady and the tramp of Mudcatville; no, not even the lady sings the blues. There was a true blue real my fair lady underneath all that and I was planning on making her mine. Just as soon as that horse and me could agree on where we was going and I could keep from saying something that a blue law would cover, that'd burn her delicate ears!