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 You 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 how 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