He was the kind of kid
You did not want to sit by
He kept his boogers in his desk
He wore a necktieAnd he never washed his hair
You wished he wasn't thereBut everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
And everybody cried
The night that Kenny diedIt was so touching all the girls
That would not touch him
He drew their pictures in his books
I used to watch himAnd then he'd pick his nose
And wipe it on his clothesBut everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
And everybody cried
The night that Kenny diedDied on a motorcycle
We never understood
He was holdin' on tight
Through the middle of the night
Starin' at a [Incomprehensible]It seemed so spooky
That the nerd we all detested
Would die so gloriously
And so unexpectedA wonderful guy God knows
They kept the casket closedAnd everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
And everybody cried
The night that Kenny diedAnd everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
And everybody cried
The night that Kenny diedAnd everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
And everybody cried
The night that Kenny died
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