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, and 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."
Music played and people sang, just for me the church bells rang.
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Now he's gone,
I don't know why, and till this day, sometimes I cry.
He didn't even say goodbye.
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down.
Bang bang,
I hit the ground.
Bang bang, that awful sound.
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
