Ma Baker

Freeze, I'm Ma Baker, put your hands in the air Gimme all your money This is the story of Ma Baker, the meanest cat From old Chicago town She was the meanest cat In old Chicago town She was the meanest cat She really moved them down She had no heart at all No no no heart at all She was the meanest cat Oh she was realy tough She left her husband flat He wasn't tough enough She took her boys along 'Cause they were mean and strong Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker She taught her four sons Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker To handle their guns Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker She never could cry Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker But she knew how to die They left a trail of crime Across the U.S.A. And when one boy was killed She really made them pay She had no heart at all No no no heart at all Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker She taught her four sons Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker To handle their guns Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker She never could cry Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker But she knew how to die She met a man she liked She thought she'd stay with him One day he formed with them They did away with him She didn't care at all Just didn't care at all (Here is special bulletin Ma Baker is the FBI's most wanted woman Her photo is hanging on every post office wall If you have any information about this woman Please contact your nearest police station) (Don't anybody move, the money or your lives) One day they robbed a bank It was their last hooray The cops appeared too soon They couldn't get away And all the loot they had It made them mighty mad And so they shot it out Ma Baker and her sons They didn't want to hang They died with blazing guns And so the story ends Of one who left no friends Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker She taught her four sons Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker To handle their guns Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker She never could cry Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker But she knew how to die Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker She taught her four sons Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker To handle their guns Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker She never could cry Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma Baker But she knew how to die