There Ain't No Sanity Clause - L.A. Guns

Gibby’s got the scabies now he’s down on all fours

Hasn’t helped his drumming, changed his hands for paws

Afraid he’s quarantined, means no more foreign tours

Oh-ho, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Ace just got a visit from a guy named Drac

Said he’s from the blood bank, wants his ten pints back

Singer’s rather sickly, when it rains, it pours

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Did you expect that I would believe,

The tale you told last Christmas Eve?

About the man, the man who’s fat and round

Delivers gifts without a sound, ugh!

(Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause)

Here comes uncle Nick

(Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause)

Let’s give him some stick

(Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause)

Here comes uncle Nick

(Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause)

Let’s give him some stick

Tracii’s out of order 'cause he thinks he’s Jaws

Biting lady punters on the Norfolk Broads

Johnny plays the bass, he’s just debased, that’s all

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh no, there ain’t no sanity clause

Oh, ho-ho-ho!