Freeze! I'm Ma Baker! Put your hands in the air! Give us all your money! Gear off! There's only a thrippy bit there! This is the story of Ma Baker, the meanest cat from old Chicago town. She was the meanest cat, some will say more about her. 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. Yellow, green, brown, any colour you like! You can have it, I'm not kidding you, even, whoa, multicolour. She 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. She made a man she liked, she thought she'd stay with him. When he informed on them, they did away with him. She didn't care at all, just didn't care at all. Here is a special quality. Hilda 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, take it to the nearest strip club. Hey you, stood standing there, with a cold black hair. Give your money or whatever you've got to my little lad, Arthur there. 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 proper mad. And so they shot it out. Ma Baker and her sons. They didn't want to hang her. They died with blazing guns. And so the story ends. The 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 fry. Eggs, bread and chips. Anything you like. Or black pudding. Oh, no trouble 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.