I was five and he was six;
We rode on horses made of sticks.
I wore black and he wore white;
He would always win the fight.
Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time,
And we grew up, I called him mine.
He would always laugh and say,
“Remember when we used to play?”
Bang bang, I shot you down.
Bang bang, you hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.
Music played and people sang.
Just for me the church bells rang.
Now he’s gone, I don’t know why,
And till this day, sometimes I cry.
He didn’t even say “goodbye”,
He didn’t take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang, I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.