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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