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



And everybody cried

The night that Kenny died

Everybody cried

The night that Kenny died



And everybody cried

The night that Kenny died

Everybody cried

The night that Kenny died



And everybody cried

The night that Kenny died

Everybody cried

The night that Kenny died