Matty Staff’s Super Bowl Dream

Words and music by Uncle Ted, Deano Blandino, and Impossible Lomas

Growing up in Texas

You had a Super Bowl dream and a rocket right arm

Won a chip in high school, they said

Hey boy, you’re gonna go far

Packed it off for Georgia

Worked real hard and honed your craft

In fact you got so damn good you were the #1 pick in the NFL draft

The only thing that could destroy your dream

Was winding up on the Detroit football team

Matty Staff

You’re a Super Bowl champ at last

Though we know you took a long road to get there

For twelve long years

Shed a lot of blue and silver tears

But you persevered now you’ve won the Super Bowl

Playing in Detroit

Empty stats guy on a nowhere team

Yeah they called you Pad Statford

Folks sure can be mean

Took a lot sacks, threw a lot of TDs

Postseason rolled around, you were watching on TV

Yard after yard week and week

All the haters said you were past your peak

Matty Staff

You’re a Super Bowl champ at last

Though we know you took a long road to get there

For twelve long years

Shed a lot of blue and silver tears

But you persevered now you’ve won the Super Bowl

Finally, you had enough, up and demanded a trade

Said won’t you please send me to a team that’ll make the grade

So they shipped you to LA, Hollywood Hills and the Walk of Fame

Playing for Coach McVay, finally got a chance to prove your name

Suddenly things are looking up

Throwing TDs to Kooper Cupp

Matty Staff

You’re a Super Bowl champ at last

Though we know you took a long road to get there

For twelve long years

Shed a lot of blue and silver tears

But you persevered now you’ve won the Super Bowl

Rolled through the Cards, then you went down to Tampa, where you slayed the GOAT

Up against the Niners, gutsy comeback, you made every throw

First half of the Bowl, you were on a roll, threw a couple TDs

But then the kicker missed an extra point, and OBJ went out with a knee

Looked like it was gonna be Burrow’s day

Clock’s ticking down and your chances are slipping away

Matty Staff, down four points, time for a comeback

Need one more dose of your fourth quarter magic

Got no running game, half of your receivers have come up lame

But we never worried, cause we know you’re not gonna panic

Everybody sees it’s down to you and number ten

It took fifteen plays, and brother in the end …

Matty Staff

Into the end zone you whipped that pass

Grabbed the lead, like it was your fate

Confetti rained down

Now you’re wearing the Super Bowl crown

There ain’t no doubt, you’re an all-time great

Matty Staff

You’re a Super Bowl champ at last

Though we know you took a long road to get there

For twelve long years

Shed a lot of blue and silver tears

But you persevered now you’ve won the Super Bowl