Audio Bully's. 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.