Текст L.A. Guns – There Ain’t No Sanity Clause

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

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!