So tell me what's the worst   thing you have done   the treacherous felony   hid from the sun   It's all thats haunted you   since first you learned the truth      I feel so criminal   in my own skin   caught in the act of   a delicate sin   and I was just a boy   but man, thats no excuse   and now,   I cant sleep a wink without thinking (a)bout it   The white, fluffy   smoking cloud I produced   along with abuse of the most wonderful gift   I wish I could stop thinking of it,   and I guess this is the thing   I'm trying to say I'm Sorry      Now it's 2 A.M   I think it's getting late   worry about this tomorrow   I'm staying up late at night   writing my sorry note   To a deceased armadillo   But I think it's important   cause God knows I still regret it