| 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. | 
| Music played, and people sang | 
| Just for me, the church bells rang. | 
| Now he's gone, I don't know why | 
| And 'til 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... |