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

 Seasons came and changed the time
 When I grew up, I called him mine
 He would always laugh and say
 "Remember when we used to play?"

 Bang bang, I shot you down
 Bang bang, you hit the ground
 Bang bang, that awful sound
 Bang bang, I used to shoot you down