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, whee, that's how Bang, whee, that's how 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, whee, that's how Bang, whee, that's how Bang, bang, he shot me down Bang, bang, I hit the ground Bang, bang, that awful sound Bang, bang, my baby shot me down
