Sash!

Letra de Ma Baker (Tokapi Radio Edit)

Letras de Sash!

"Ma Baker (Tokapi Radio Edit)"

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