Funny, but doesn’t fit well.

Verse 1)
Old King Tot, yeah, he's the man,
With crispy sides, held in his hand.
From Provo's court, he takes his flight,
A golden crunch, in the stadium light.
(Chorus)
King Tot! (King Tot!)
He's got the flow, he's got the shot!
King Tot! (King Tot!)
The crowd goes wild, it's all he's got!
He's the tater legend, hear the call,
Richie Saunders, stands up tall!
(Verse 2)
He dribbles past, with speed and grace,
A tater crown, upon his face.
The net it swishes, the buzzer's sound,
King Tot's reign, all around.
(Chorus)
King Tot! (King Tot!)
He's got the flow, he's got the shot!
King Tot! (King Tot!)
The crowd goes wild, it's all he's got!
He's the tater legend, hear the call,
Richie Saunders, stands up tall!