Ma Baker

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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 ol' 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 really tough
    She left her husband flat
    He wasn't tough enough
    She took her boys along
    'Cos they were mean and strong

    Ma ma ma ma - ma baker, she taught her four sons
    Ma 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

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    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 - 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 a 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 the nearest police station

    Don't anybody move! The money or your lives!

    One day they robbed a bank
    It was their last foray
    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 - 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 - 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

    Song details

    Composition: Frank Farian, Fred Jay, and George Reyam

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