I was five
and he was six
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.
Yeah yeah
(scatting)
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
you shot me down
Bang bang I hit the
ground
Bang bang that awful sound
Bang bang my baby shot me down, you shot me
down
Bang bang I hit the ground
Bang
bang that awful sound
Bang bang my baby
shot me down
(Scatting)
Now he’s gone
I don’t know why
Till this day sometimes I
cry
Didn’t even say goodbye
Didn’t
take the time to lie
Bang bang you shot me
down
Bang bang I hit the ground
Bang
bang my baby shot me down
You shot me down
Bang bang I hit the ground
Bang bang
that awful sound
Bang bang my baby shot me
down
(Scatting)
Baby shot me down.