WHO'S YOUR DADDY?

YEAH! WE LOST!
NOW I CAN GET ON
"DANCING WITH THE STARS"
AND MAKE GUEST APPEARANCES
ON...ON...UH...
"DANCING WITH THE STARS!"
AND I DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER THAT
INSANE QUESTION THAT SECRETLY
DRIVES ME C.R.A.Z.Y.
"SO, NOW THAT YOU'VE WON
THE SUPER BOWL, WHAT ARE
YOU GOING TO DO NEXT?"
SERIOUSLY?
SERIOUSLY!
LIKE...WHY WOULD A HALF-GROWN QUARTERBACK WITH A FULL-BLOWN
EGO WANNA GO TO DISNEYLAND!?!
THAT BIG MOUSE TERRIFIES ME.
WOW, I AM SO AWED BY THE
RELIEF OF LOSING...
MY AGENT IS ALREADY FIELDING
CALLS FROM COMPANIES WANTING
PERSONAL ENDORSEMENTS FOR MEDICINE TO RELIEVE
CONSTIPATION, INCONTINENCE,
BURPING IN PUBLIC, PASSING GAS
(THANK GOODNESS FOR GAS-X IS ALL 
I CAN SAY! WHEW!)
WOW, I'M GONNA BE A STAR, 
A BIG, BRIGHT SHINY SUPERNOVA.
(in my dreams, can't wait for bedtime! where's my Gas-X?
OMG! IT STINKS IN HERE,
MOMMY, HELP!)