Ma Baker (Remix '93)

This is the story of Ma Baker

She was the meanest cat

In old Chicago town

She was the meanest cat

She really mowed 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

'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 USA

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

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

Ma Baker

(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