Ma Baker (Bernasconi vs. Frisco Disco Remix)

Freeze! I'm Ma Baker

Put your hands in the air and give me 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 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

Then came 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

"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 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