Текст песни John Hiatt - The Night That Kenny Died
John Hiatt - The Night That Kenny Died слова песни
He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit byHe kept his boogers in his desk he wore a neck tieAnd he never washed his hairYou wished he wasnt thereBut everybody criedThe night that kenny diedEverybody criedThe night that kenny diedIt was so touching all the girls that would not touch himHe drew their pictures in his books I used to watch himAnd then hed pick his noseAnd wipe it on his clothesBut everybody criedThe night that kenny diedEverybody criedThe night that kenny diedDied on a motorcycleWe never understoodThat he was holdin on tightThrough the middle of the nightStarin at a [? ]It seemed so spooky that the nerd we all detestedWould die so gloriously and so unexpectedA wonderful guy God knowsThey kept the casket closedAnd everybody criedThe night that kenny diedEverybody criedThe night that kenny diedAnd everybody criedThe night that kenny diedEverybody criedThe night that kenny diedAnd everybody criedThe night that kenny diedEverybody criedThe night that kenny diedAnd everybody criedThe night that kenny diedEverybody criedThe night that kenny died