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 Bang bang he shot me down Bang bang I hit the ground Bang bang that awful sound Bang bang my baby shot me down