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 call him mine,
He would always laugh and say,
"Remember when we use 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,
Until this day sometimes I cry,
He didn't even say "good-bye",
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.