Articles

The Loud House Mega Music Playlist 🔊 #MusicMonday


♪ And the beat goes on and on,
Even if we get it wrong ♪ ♪ Because friends don’t think,
They’re just in sync ♪ ♪ Best buds, amigos,
The list goes on ♪ ♪ Can’t keep up, can’t sing along
That’s our kind of song ♪ [guitar intro playing] ♪ Rock and roll is running
Through my veins (hey, hey) ♪ ♪ Electric soul like wires
To my brain (hey, hey) ♪ ♪ I can’t be wrong,
Don’t need direction I can find my way ♪ ♪ Play it loud, play it loud
I got no time for turning it down ♪ ♪ Play it loud, play it proud ♪ ♪ I live it, I breathe it
Don’t tell me I don’t need it now ♪ ♪ Play it loud
Sorry, I’m not sorry for being proud ♪ ♪ Play it loud
Turn it up until your speakers blow out ♪ You’re disqualified. ♪ (Hey, hey, hey) ♪ ♪ First things first,
I ain’t no second place ♪ ♪ Rules are meant for
Bending till they break ♪ ♪ Right or wrong with no exceptions
Rocking out my way ♪ ♪ Play it loud, play it loud
I got no time for turning it down ♪ ♪ Play it loud, play it proud ♪ ♪ I live it, I breathe it
Don’t tell me I don’t need it now ♪ ♪ Play it loud
Sorry, I’m not sorry for being proud ♪ ♪ Play it loud
Turn it up until your speakers blow out ♪ ♪ Until your speakers blow out
Until your speakers blow out! ♪ Man up, bro. I want that candy. What’s that? When darkness falls on the House of Loud around every turn, new terror abounds. You don’t want to lose your head. [laughing] ♪ You can run, but you can’t hide,
They know that you taste better alive ♪ ♪ I don’t think they’ve been fed
In a long, long time ♪ ♪ Every corner, every door
Watch out, they ain’t heard before ♪ ♪ This ghastly ghoul is out for blood
Sorry boys ♪ ♪ You got tricked
You got tricked ♪ ♪ You got punked and pranked
With a spooky twist ♪ ♪ Before you wet your pants,
Better get out quick ♪ ♪ Tricked, tricked, tricked
You got… tricked ♪ ♪ Beware of fangs and bloody fur
A Loud House chainsaw massacre ♪ ♪ There’s no chance that you’ll get out ♪ ♪ Ghost writing your eulogy
Heads are rolling literally ♪ ♪ So who needs their mommy now ♪ ♪ Spilling guts on the floor
Clean up on aisle 4 ♪ ♪ Why you running off so soon?
Sorry dude ♪ ♪ You got tricked
You got tricked ♪ ♪ You got punked and pranked
With a spooky twist ♪ ♪ Before you wet your pants,
Better get out quick ♪ ♪ Tricked, tricked, tricked
You got… tricked ♪ The crimes you have committed
this night shan’t go unpunished. You reap what you sow. [screaming] Blood! I’m gonna puke. If you’re gonna puke, I’m gonna puke. [screaming] We’re not coming back here again. You got tricked. V.I.B. Very important brother? [guitar playing] Huh? Hey bro! ♪ One, two, three, four ♪ ♪ Lincoln Loud, Lincoln Loud,
The best dang brother anywhere around ♪ ♪ Lincoln Loud, Lincoln Loud,
The best dang brother anywhere around ♪ ♪ He helped me get this
T that’s sweaty ♪ ♪ He helped me get red carpet ready ♪ ♪ He helped us buy that closet thing ♪ I told you guys, I don’t want to sing. Wow, can you believe this?
My sisters are pretty cool. Even if I can’t see Smooch,
this is definitely the next best thing. Ladies and gentlemen, Smooch! What? How did you get Smooch? We’ve learned to be pretty convincing. Thanks to some advice from the master. ♪ Lincoln Loud, Lincoln Loud,
The best dang brother anywhere around ♪ Wow, you guys are never
going to believe this. We wouldn’t, except we’re right here. ♪ Your sisters told us
That you went so far ♪ ♪ To help them out,
You’re a real rockstar ♪ ♪ Everyone has had their fun
The song is over so we gotta ♪ ♪ Run! ♪ ♪ Ba-ba-ba-ba-bow! ♪ ♪ Crashing through the crowded halls,
Dodging girls like ping-pong balls ♪ ♪ Just to reach the bathroom on time
(Hey! Hey! Hey!) ♪ ♪ Leaping over laundry piles,
Diapers you can smell for miles ♪ ♪ Guy’s gotta do what he can to survive! ♪ ♪ In the Loud House! In the Loud House! ♪ ♪ Duck, dodge, push and shove,
It’s how we show our love! ♪ ♪ In the Loud House! In the Loud House! ♪ ♪ One boy, ten girls
(Wouldn’t trade it for the world!) ♪ ♪ Loud! House! Loud! Loud House! ♪ Poo-poo! ♪ Wanted a family vacation
Just to get out of town ♪ ♪ Had it all planned, packed up the van,
Ended up in a ditch somehow ♪ ♪ We’ve got the blues, baby ♪ ♪ Those road tripping blues ♪ ♪ Bad, bad news ♪ ♪ These seats smell weird
The baby is crying ♪ ♪ She’s probably mad we left her behind ♪ ♪ Road, road trippin’ blues
(La, la, la) ♪ ♪ AC broke in Vanzilla ♪ ♪ The windows won’t roll down ♪ ♪ The bean chips of doom ♪ ♪ They spread noxious fumes ♪ – Can’t breathe!
– I think Mom passed out! ♪ We’ve got the blues, baby ♪ ♪ Those road tripping blues ♪ ♪ Bad, bad news ♪ ♪ The dog ran off
The baby’s still crying ♪ ♪ At least we didn’t
Forget her this time ♪ ♪ Road, road trippin’ blues
(La, la, la) ♪ ♪ It was one big family throw up ♪ ♪ From the egg salad gone wrong ♪ ♪ And that’s how all of us wound up ♪ ♪ Broke on stage singing this song ♪ ♪ Broke on stage singing this song ♪ ♪ Road, road trippin’ blues, yeah ♪ [guitar playing] ♪ Got the rock and roll bug
And I just can’t shake it ♪ ♪ Follow your heart
If you really wanna make it ♪ ♪ I tried my hand at dental hygiene ♪ ♪ But at the end of the day
It just wasn’t my scene ♪ ♪ You can live your life full of doubt ♪ ♪ Or you can do what you love
And it will all work out ♪ ♪ My life is a dream
The greatest rock ‘n’ roll dream ♪ Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got
some rumble royalty in the house! Give it up for Chester “Chunk” Monk. [cheering] ♪ You can live your life full of doubt ♪ ♪ Or you can do what you love
And it will all work out ♪ ♪ My life is a dream
The greatest rock ‘n’ roll dream ♪ [cheering] ♪ A plumber’s job is never done,
Especially in this house ♪ ♪ I’ve been dubbed the number one
To get the number twos to go down ♪ ♪ When life throws me a storm, ♪ ♪ I still sing along to the
Bang, bang, of those pipes ♪ ♪ That’s my kind of song! ♪ ♪ Pretend the sun’s never coming up
High tops, tube socks ♪ Oh, I literally love this song. Shut up, so do I! ♪ Guess it’s just whatever (whatever) ♪ ♪ Put your hands in the air
Like the ceiling ain’t there ♪ ♪ Make this last forever ♪ Make a hole! Make a hole!
This song is my jam! ♪ There is nothing worse
Than that guy over there ♪ ♪ And nothing’s better– ♪ I should hate it, but I don’t. Likewise. Curse this inane,
yet diabolically catchy tune. ♪ Friday nights, summer lights
Just me, my friends and I ♪ ♪ Top down, peel out (peel out) ♪ ♪ But I’m yelling at my mom, ’cause
I’m still too young to drive ♪ ♪ Guess it’s just whatever ♪ I love this song. ♪ Put your hands in the air
Like the ceiling ain’t there ♪ ♪ Make this last forever ♪ ♪ There is nothing worse
Than that thing over there ♪ ♪ And nothing’s better than the
Best, best, best thing ever ♪ ♪ Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh ♪ ♪ Oh oh oh, o-o-o-oh, oh oh oh ♪ [all cheering] Bobby, how about I sing the duet with you? Uno, dos, tres! [guitar playing] ♪ Amor, amor, amor ♪ ♪ You are lo mejor ♪ ♪ You’re the greatest,
Greatest of all time ♪ ♪ Mi amor
So glad you’re mine ♪ ♪ You’re the butter in my butterfly ♪ ♪ You’re the sun ♪ ♪ In my sunshine ♪ ♪ You’re the gold ♪ ♪ In my gold mine ♪ ♪ And the funny ♪ ♪ In my punchline ♪ ♪ (Greatest of all time) You’re the
Greatest, greatest of all time ♪ ♪ Greatest of all time ♪ ♪ Mi amor so glad you’re mine ♪ Hm, everyone’s on stage, there’s
technically no audience to stare at me. ♪ You are lo mejor ♪ You take after your Abuelito
in more ways than one. ♪ You’re the greatest,
Greatest of all time ♪ ♪ Mi amor so glad you’re mine ♪ ♪ You’re the greatest,
Greatest of all time ♪ ♪ Mi amor so glad you’re mine ♪ ♪ Mi amor so glad you’re mine ♪ All right, take two. ♪ Clock is ticking ♪ ♪ Time is running out,
Every second counts ♪ ♪ Overthinking ♪ ♪ I can’t turn it off,
So I’ll tune it out ♪ ♪ All we know is la, la, la, la, la ♪ ♪ So might as well just
La, la, la, la, la ♪ ♪ We just want to la, la, la, la, la ♪ ♪ All day long ♪ ♪ Everybody loves this,
Everybody does this ♪ ♪ I’m just gonna do it too ♪ ♪ We don’t need a new song,
We already got one ♪ ♪ I’m just gonna give you
What everybody wants ♪ ♪ What everybody wants ♪ ♪ What everybody wants ♪ ♪ What everybody wants ♪ ♪ Guess I want it too ♪ Break a leg, Lulu. What? [guitar playing] ♪ Who is that in the mirror?
Looking back, I don’t know her ♪ ♪ But she reminds me of someone I knew ♪ ♪ Someone real, with imperfections
I can’t deal no direction ♪ ♪ Lost the map,
Where it was leading me to ♪ ♪ But maybe I was
Standing there all along ♪ ♪ What have I done? Is it too late? ♪ ♪ Trying to be someone I’m not,
Now I’m someone I hate ♪ ♪ For a moment in the spotlight,
Then it’s gone ♪ ♪ What have I done?
What price have I paid? ♪ ♪ It ain’t worth it no more,
It’s material made ♪ ♪ I just want to be right
Back where I belong ♪ ♪ What have I done? ♪ ♪ What have I done? ♪ ♪ Every note rearranged
Every word is someone else’s ♪ ♪ Till I’m left with the ghost of a girl ♪ ♪ I gave in and I regret it
Gave too much but now I get it ♪ ♪ Changed myself and lost my way
To change the world ♪ ♪ Maybe I can still rewrite that song ♪ ♪ What have I done? Is it too late? ♪ ♪ Trying to be someone I’m not,
No, I won’t be replaced ♪ ♪ With a moment in the spotlight,
Till it’s gone ♪ ♪ What have I done?
What price have I paid? ♪ ♪ No it’s not worth it no more,
It’s material made ♪ ♪ I just want to be right
Back where I belong ♪ ♪ What have I done?
What have I done? ♪ ♪ What have I done?
What have I done? ♪ ♪ Get pumped (what!)
Get ready (huh!) ♪ ♪ This beat’s about to
Get heavy (oh yeah!) ♪ ♪ Rough riders! Olé! ♪ ♪ That’s the sound of me winning all day ♪ ♪ I’m a walking trophy,
Got my beat, got my drums ♪ ♪ Give me a T-R-O-F-Y ♪ I think you spelled that wrong. ♪ That’s my kind of song ♪ ♪ Yeah! Alright! ♪ ♪ Whoo! ♪ All right, up top. Erlenmeyer flasks.
2,000 milliliter beakers. This place is every four-year-old’s dream. ♪ The only gasses I smell
Are the noble kind ♪ ♪ There’s no better place
For my scientific mind ♪ ♪ Look! It’s a chimp!
I can observe how it swings ♪ ♪ This lab’s so amazing,
It’s making me sing ♪ ♪ With so many test tubes,
My tests won’t go wrong ♪ ♪ This lab is where I belong ♪ ♪ No wailing guitars, and no spooky sis ♪ ♪ No cupcake dilemmas,
You can even hear this ♪ Shh. ♪ It’s quantum equations,
It’s Saturn’s bright rings ♪ ♪ When you’re working with colleagues
And not with your siblings ♪ ♪ With such fine equipment,
My work can’t go wrong ♪ ♪ All my neurons are firing,
This is where I belong! ♪ ♪ We’ve got a lot work to do
And not a lot of time ♪ ♪ Don’t worry, dear, just sign right here
Don’t read between the lines ♪ ♪ That’s not supposed to fit that way ♪ ♪ Your hair, your boots,
Your clothes, oy vey! ♪ ♪ We know what to do
We’ll just fix a thing or two ♪ ♪ Or three or four or five ♪ ♪ We love you, you’re Luna, now change
You’re destined for fortune and fame ♪ ♪ There’s so much room for improvement
We love you, you’re Luna, now change ♪ ♪ And we know it might feel wrong
But if you just play along ♪ ♪ Everybody’s going to ♪ ♪ Love what you’ve turned into ♪ ♪ We love you, you’re Luna, now change
It’s all how you play the game ♪ ♪ All big stars could use improvement ♪ ♪ We love you, you’re perfect
We love you, you’re worth it! ♪ ♪ We love you, you’re Luna
Now change! ♪ ♪ It is hard to make looking
This good look easy ♪ ♪ And it takes a few
Mistakes to be just right ♪ ♪ Looking perfect is a gift
When I feel meh, I act as if ♪ ♪ A little lip gloss keeps
Me going all day long ♪ ♪ When my high heels hit the floor ♪ ♪ The applause becomes a roar ♪ ♪ And I hold the last note long ♪ ♪ That’s my kind of song ♪ My kind. How about a duet? Uno, dos. [guitar playing] ♪ Two different families
Yet so much in common ♪ ♪ The loudness, the chaos
But we’ll just keep strummin’ ♪ ♪ Together,
It’s better when we’re in harmony ♪ [guitar playing] ♪ For Bobby and Lori
Our hearts were once breaking ♪ ♪ But now we’re together
It’s memories we’re making ♪ ♪ Mis amigos nuevos
That’s you ♪ ♪ And you, and you, and you,
And you, and me ♪ ♪ Thanksgiving fiesta ♪ – ¿Aqui?
– You betcha! Will somebody save me the beak? Ew! ♪ Grateful, por todo ♪ ♪ Agredecido means I’m
Grateful for it all ♪ ♪ Grateful, por todo ♪ ♪ Agredecido for breaking down the walls ♪ ♪ We’re grateful for it all ♪ Sweet. ♪ Is it a crush? Or maybe it’s chemistry ♪ ♪ Maybe it’s all in my head
Lori, look at this thread ♪ ♪ Tell me what you see ♪ ♪ When he IMs my friends,
Is he trying to get me? ♪ ♪ Look at this one again,
What do you think it means? ♪ ♪ He’s got to like you for you
And your music too ♪ ♪ Don’t want to call it “like”
If it isn’t true ♪ ♪ It’s online, it’s not life
And the real world takes time ♪ ♪ Just to figure out
What’s right or wrong ♪ ♪ Throw down that slow jam groove ♪ ♪ We got our own kind of song ♪ ♪ Oooooooh ♪ ♪ Every now and then,
I think the world’s a scary place ♪ ♪ But I remember it looks better
With a pie thrown at your face ♪ ♪ If the glass looks half empty
Break off the empty half ♪ ♪ And use it as a pirate’s leg
Give everyone a laugh ♪ ♪ Rubber duckies, wind-up monkeys,
Six foot leprechauns ♪ ♪ Well, life’s my stage, a laugh parade
Yeah, that’s my kind of song ♪ ♪ Hey, hey ♪ ♪ Yippee-ki-yay
Yo, yo, yo ♪ ♪ I make this Bunsen burner
Start to overflow ♪ ♪ Mix some dope rhymes with a little H2O ♪ ♪ My idiom for indium is shine like gold ♪ ♪ Barium, radium, don’t you be afraidium ♪ ♪ I’m packing the palladium,
They’ll call it Lisa Stadium ♪ ♪ Reppin’ my hood from coast to coast ♪ ♪ I’m better than sliced bread,
They callin’ me burnt toast ♪ [chimes playing] The universe is empty. And there’s nothing to
be sure of but darkness. There’s no music in the
void, so why bother anyway? Embrace the emptiness. Own the futility. The only song worth singing is silence. ♪ Darling, keep me company
On the rocky road of life ♪ ♪ We’ll just sing in harmony
As the kids all scream, “Be quiet!” ♪ ♪ So, let’s turn up the radio and drive ♪ ♪ I’ll be out of tune ♪ ♪ I’ll be out of time ♪ ♪ Don’t have much to lose ♪ ♪ But we’ll be fine ♪ ♪ We’re gonna keep
Singing loud and wrong ♪ ♪ Cause that’s our kind of song ♪ ♪ On the first day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ A phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ Feliz Navidad babe. ♪ On the second day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪
Ew! Eww! ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the third day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Three French horns ♪ Rockin! ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the fourth day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Four awesome pranks ♪ [screaming] ♪ Three French horns ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the fifth day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Five goals to score ♪ ♪ Four awesome pranks ♪ ♪ Three French horns ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the sixth day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Six new Ace Savvys ♪ ♪ Five goals to score ♪ ♪ Four awesome pranks ♪ ♪ Three French horns ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the seventh day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Seven bats a-flying ♪ ♪ Six new Ace Savvys ♪ ♪ Five goals to score ♪ ♪ Four awesome pranks ♪ ♪ Three French horns ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the eighth day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Eight yummy mud pies ♪ ♪ Seven bats a-flying ♪ ♪ Six new Ace Savvys ♪ ♪ Five goals to score ♪ ♪ Four awesome pranks ♪ ♪ Three French horns ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the ninth day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Nine pageant sashes ♪ ♪ Eight yummy mud pies ♪ ♪ Seven bats a-flying ♪ ♪ Six new Ace Savvys ♪ ♪ Five goals to score ♪ ♪ Four awesome pranks ♪ ♪ Three French horns ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the tenth day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Ten beakers mixing ♪ ♪ Nine pageant sashes ♪ ♪ Eight yummy mud pies ♪ ♪ Seven bats a-flying ♪ ♪ Six new Ace Savvys ♪ ♪ Five goals to score ♪ ♪ Four awesome pranks ♪ ♪ Three French horns ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the eleventh day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Eleven smelly diapers ♪
Ugh! ♪ Ten beakers mixing ♪ ♪ Nine pageant sashes ♪ ♪ Eight yummy mud pies ♪ ♪ Seven bats a-flying ♪ ♪ Six new Ace Savvys ♪ ♪ Five goals to score ♪ ♪ Four awesome pranks ♪ ♪ Three French horns ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ ♪ On the twelfth day of Christmas,
The Loud House gave to me ♪ ♪ Twelve Louds a-looking ♪ Kids. ♪ Eleven smelly diapers ♪ ♪ Ten beakers mixing ♪ ♪ Nine pageant sashes ♪ ♪ Eight yummy mud pies ♪ ♪ Seven bats a-flying ♪ ♪ Six new Ace Savvys ♪ ♪ Five goals to score ♪ ♪ Four awesome pranks ♪ ♪ Three French horns ♪ ♪ Two turtlenecks ♪ ♪ And a phone plan for me and Bobby ♪ Love you boo-boo bear. ♪ Merry Christmas from the Loud House! ♪ [snoring] ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ Huh, who? What? Can’t get a moment’s peace. ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ I used to think that Christmas was
About the wish list filled with stuff ♪ ♪ I never really needed, anyway ♪ ♪ But as long as we’re
Together, it’s a holiday ♪ ♪ It’s not what you get,
It’s what you give ♪ ♪ We’ve got the spirit, clear and loud ♪ ♪ Ditch the list, hug who you’re with ♪ ♪ ‘Cause that’s what
Christmas is all about! ♪ ♪ It’s what you give, not what you get ♪ ♪ We’ve got the hard part figured out ♪ ♪ This year will be the best one yet ♪ ♪ ‘Cause that’s what
Christmas is all about! ♪ ♪ Merry Christmas from the Louds! ♪ Ho! [music playing]

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *