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The Loud House – Loud House Ending Theme lyrics
Cramped inside this tiny space.
May sound bad but ain't the case in the Loud house.
(Loud house)
Duck and dodge and push and shove.
That's the way we show our love in the Loud house.
Yes, the Loud house.
We've got laundry piles stacked up high,
Hand-me-downs that make me cry.
Stand in line to take a pee,
Never any privacy.
Chaos with eleven kids.
That's the way it always is in the Loud house.
Loud!
Always crowded in the halls.
Noise at highest decibels in the Loud house.
We've got no more jam left in the jar.
We don't know what seconds are.
Fighting for a place to sit.
Last one in just won't fit.
Chaos with eleven kids.
That's the way it always is in the Loud house.
Cramped inside this tiny space.
May sound bad but ain't the case in the Loud house.
Yes, the Loud house.
We've got laundry piles stacked up high,
Hand-me-downs that make me cry.
Stand in line to take a pee.
Never any privacy.
Chaos with eleven kids.
His is hers and hers is his.
That's the way it always is in the Loud house.
May sound bad but ain't the case in the Loud house.
(Loud house)
Duck and dodge and push and shove.
That's the way we show our love in the Loud house.
Yes, the Loud house.
We've got laundry piles stacked up high,
Hand-me-downs that make me cry.
Stand in line to take a pee,
Never any privacy.
Chaos with eleven kids.
That's the way it always is in the Loud house.
Loud!
Always crowded in the halls.
Noise at highest decibels in the Loud house.
We've got no more jam left in the jar.
We don't know what seconds are.
Fighting for a place to sit.
Last one in just won't fit.
Chaos with eleven kids.
That's the way it always is in the Loud house.
Cramped inside this tiny space.
May sound bad but ain't the case in the Loud house.
Yes, the Loud house.
We've got laundry piles stacked up high,
Hand-me-downs that make me cry.
Stand in line to take a pee.
Never any privacy.
Chaos with eleven kids.
His is hers and hers is his.
That's the way it always is in the Loud house.
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