 Uncle Angus wears a fishnet tank top Groovin' to Shania Twain with a pop He parks his truck by the old oak tree Cracks a Budweiser, feels so free he loves to shout what what from his chair race cars and elmsdale wind in his hair sipping cold brews and living just right under the moonshine what a sight uncle mangus and his fishing at best living life like he's got no stress. Powered up engines left and right, rustling through that small town night. Back road trails and a roaring sound, dirt track dreams where he's race car bound. Cans in the cooler, songs on repeat, hard in the country tapping those feet farm dogs barking neighbors wave living simple no need to crave fishnet fashion and a southern drawl elmsdale summers he's seen it all uncle man is in his fishnet vest living life like he's got no stress power it up engines left and right rustling through that small town night Uncle Manus and his fish-meat best Livin' life like he's got no stress Powered up engines left and right Rustlin' through that small town night Backroad trails and a roarin' sound Dirt track dreams where he's race car bound Cans in the cooler, songs on repeat Hard in the country, tapping those feet Farm dogs barking, neighbors wave Living simple, no need to crave Fishnet fashion and a southern drawl. Elmsdale summers, he's seen it all. Uncle Manus in his fishnet vest. Living life like he's got no stress. Powering up engines left and right. Rustling through that small town night. Rustling through that small town night. The Uncle Magnus in his fishnet vest. you

Uncle Manus' Fishnet Tank Top