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