He was the kind of kid   You did not want to sit by   He kept his boogers in his desk   He wore a necktie      And he never washed his hair   You wished he wasn't there      But everybody cried   The night that Kenny died   And 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   And everybody cried   The night that Kenny died      Died 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 unexpected      A wonderful guy God knows   They kept the casket closed      And everybody cried   The night that Kenny died   And everybody cried   The night that Kenny died      And everybody cried   The night that Kenny died   And everybody cried   The night that Kenny died      And everybody cried   The night that Kenny died   And everybody cried   The night that Kenny died   ...