Ma Baker Lyrics - The Magic Of Boney M. - Boney M.

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 old 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 realy tough 

She left her husband flat 

He wasn't tough enough 

She took her boys along 

'Cause they were mean and strong 

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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 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 

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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 

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 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 your nearest police station) 

(Don't anybody move, the money or your lives) 

One day they robbed a bank 

It was their last hooray 

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