Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh ! Lord, stuck with Lori again.
Rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walkin' out if I go.
I was just passin' through, must be seven months or more.
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck with Lori again.

The man from the magazine said I was on my way.
Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play.
I came into town, a one night stand, looks like my plans fell through
Oh ! Lord, stuck with Lori again.

Mmmm...
If I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song I've sung.
And ev'ry time I've had to play while people sat there drunk.
You know, I'd catch the next train back to where I live.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck with Lori again.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck with Lori again.

Lori: I'm about to turn Lincoln into a human pretzel! [reveals the letter to Lincoln and is enraged] LINCOLN! WHAT IS THIS?!
Lincoln: Well, it's time to do the official dance of the Loud House: the Running Man! [puts on his new game goggles and starts dancing away from Lori's wrath.]
Lori: WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, I'M GONNA-