i was 5 he was 6
we rode on horses made of sticks
i wore black he wore white
he would always win the fight
(chorus
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
and i grew up, i called him mine
he would always laugh and say
"rememeber 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

music played and people sang
just for me the churcc bells rang
hey...hey...hey...hey

now he's gone i don't know why
till this day, sometimes i cry
he didn't even say goodbye
he didn't take the time to lie

(chorus:bang bang.........)