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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Reyam
George Reyam
Songwriter
Frank Farian
Frank Farian
Songwriter
JAY F
JAY F
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Farian
Frank Farian
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Freeze, I'm Ma Baker
Put your hands in the air
Gimme all your money
[Verse 1]
This is the story of Ma Baker
The meanest cat
From old Chicago town
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 5]
She met a man she liked
She thought she'd stay with him
When he informed on them
They did away with him
She didn't care at all
Just didn't care at all
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 6]
Don't anybody move, the money or your lives
[Verse 7]
One day, they robbed a bank
It was their last foray
The cops appeared too soon
They couldn't get away
With all the loot they had
It made them mighty mad
[Verse 8]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
Written by: F Farian, Fred Jay, George Reyam
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