She  was  the  meanest  cat
In  old  Chicago  town
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
'cos  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
-Don't  anybody  move!The  money  or  your  lives!
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