The Ballad of Uncle Red

Lyrics

[INTRO]
Uncle Red was a big man, large hands, solid and strong.
Stood about six foot-two, and his heart of gold fit the size of he.
He bore a sharky grin and a wild laugh, filled with jokes and lots of stories.
No kids of his own, but loved his niece and nephew with all his soul.
A blue-collar guy, drink in hand, with a burning sadness for a record of underachieving.

[VERSE 1]
This man was a hero to his nephew Marty, even before the beast showed,
Marty was a rambunctious boy, just twelve, as the summer turned to hell.
Born with legs that didn’t work, but Uncle Red always stood tall.
Not just an uncle, he was his best friend through it all.

[CHORUS]
I said time and time again, you can’t bet managers.
Piss on the Yankees,
Piss on the Indians,
Uncle Red fought the Reverend Werewolf in the moonlit glens.
Marty watched in shock as his wild uncled defended them.

[VERSE 2]
It was a night painted with silver, where shadows danced alive,
The beast that was once Reverend Lowe plowed through the house wall, with teeth that gleamed and one eyes that thrived.
But Uncle Red, he roared like thunder, fists rock-solid and true,
“No beast will take my family, I’ll fight 'til the morning dew.”

[BRIDGE]
And in that living room, they clashed like titans in the dark,
Unleashing primal forces, igniting a fire stark.
Marty heart was pumping, as the air crackled in fright,
For Uncle Red became a legend, on that gripping night.

[CHORUS]
I said time and time again, you can’t bet managers.
Piss on the Yankees,
Piss on the Indians,
Uncle Red fought tooth and nail with a Werewolf, standing tall and grand.
Facing down the monster, with only his bare hands.

[VERSE 3]
With every swing, he remembered those stories shared,
Of dreams not achieved, and nights that always dared.
He fought for the love that shone within each embrace,
For a boy with bad legs, he’d never lose his place.

[OUTRO]
So raise a drink to Uncle Red, the hero of the night,