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Das goldene Schlager-Archiv: Die Hits des Jahres 1977
01. Yes Sir, I Can Boogie
02. Anita
03. Lay Love on You
04. Ma Baker
05. Tür an Tür mit Alice
06. Barfuß durch den Sommer
07. Orzowei
08. Lady in Black
09. Belfast
10. Le Rêve
11. Und dabei liebe ich euch beide
12. Tanze Samba mit mir
13. Marleen
14. Magic Fly
15. Sand in deinen Augen
16. Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood
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