Crystal white like the Minnesota snows
Why he’s in the league, nobody knows
Hey, let’s run him at point guard
If Zach can do it, it’s not that hard
Making defenses pay with his shooting
His hype train rolls along a-tooting
Signed to the team because of his skin pigment
His ability to jump is your imagination’s figment
The wind through the trees will blow
Why he’s in the league, then we will know
A prophecy from nature shall come
To inform us that he’s just a bum