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