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
[Instrumental]
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
[Instrumental]
Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang,
I hit the ground Bang bang,
that awful sound Bang bang,
my baby shot me down