Listen to Ma Baker song with lyrics from Boney M

Ma Baker

Boney M18 Feb 2014

Ma Baker Lyrics

 

Ma Baker - Boney M

Written by:Jay/Frank Farian/Fred Jay/Reyam

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