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.

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.