BANG BANG MY BABY SHOT ME DOWN Nancy Sinatra 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