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      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      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