I was five and he WAS six
We rode on horses made of sticks
he wore black and i 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
when I 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 all people sang
Just for me the church bells rang

Now he's gone I don't know why
untill these days 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