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
Then the 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
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