the night that kenny died |
|
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 |