| He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by
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| He kept his boogers in his desk he wore a neck tie
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| And he never washed his hair
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| You wished he wasn’t there
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| But everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| Everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| It was so touching all the girls that would not touch him
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| He drew their pictures in his books I used to watch him
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| And then he’d pick his nose
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| And wipe it on his clothes
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| But everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| Everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| Died on a motorcycle
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| We never understood
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| That he was holdin' on tight
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| Through the middle of the night
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| Starin' at a
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| It seemed so spooky that the nerd we all detested
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| Would die so gloriously and so unexpected
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| A wonderful guy God knows
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| They kept the casket closed
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| And everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| Everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| And everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| Everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| And everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| Everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| And everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died
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| Everybody cried
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| The night that Kenny died |