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
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Baby-by, down
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
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, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
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