The Who was having a problem in their hotel suite. While everyone was trying to get some sleep, the lead singer was starting to freak out, throwing furniture around and threatening the other members of the band. Slowly they came to the realization that he'd gone nuts, so they jumped on him, tied him up with the bedsheets to restrain him and then took him down to the hospital for a psychiatric analysis.
'Yep,' said the doctor, 'he's bats, all right.'
'You've got to do something!' exclaimed the other members of the band.
'Check him into the rubber room, innit?'
'I'm afraid I can't do that,' said the doctor with a sad look in his eye.
'But you must!' exclaimed the band, 'Otherwise we'll never get sleep again!'
'I'm afraid a higher power has forbidden it, lads.' The doctor grabbed his Bible and patted it. 'It says explicitly, 'Thou shalt not commit a Daltrey'.'