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,
and 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 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.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down