He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by

He kept his boogers in his desk he wore a neck tie


And he never washed his hair


You wished he wasn't there




But everybody cried


The night that Kenny died

Everybody cried


The night that Kenny died




It was so touching all the girls that would not touch him


He drew their pictures in his books I used to watch him


And then he'd pick his nose

And wipe it on his clothes





But everybody cried

The night that Kenny died


Everybody cried


The night that Kenny died




Died on a motorcycle


We never understood

That he was holdin' on tight


Through the middle of the night


Starin' at a [?] one Mercury hood




It seemed so spooky that the nerd we all detested


Would die so gloriously and so unexpected

A wonderful guy God knows


They kept the casket closed




And everybody cried


The night that Kenny died


Everybody cried

The night that Kenny died