I was five and he was si 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 si 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 groundBang bang,
that awful sound
Bang bang,
my baby shot me down