Richie Fairmount, the Saratoga's delight,
With charm that sparkles, from morning to night,
A ladies' man, with a smile so bright,
In Saratoga's backyard, under the starlight.

He sips on Bud Lite, a drink in his hand,
As he strolls through the crowd, in the warm summer sand,
With a wink and a nod, he captures their glance,
In the heart of Saratoga's spirited dance.

In the backyard of Saratoga, where laughter abounds,
Richie's the king, as the evening resounds,
He dances and sways, with a swagger so cool,
In the heart of the racecourse, by the sparkling pool.

He's a legend in Saratoga, this ladies' man true,
With stories to tell and adventures to pursue,
But it's not just his charm or his drink in his grip,
It's the love for his town, in his heart, it does flip.

So here's to Richie Fairmount, the man of the scene,
In Saratoga's backyard, where moments convene,
With Bud Lite in hand, and a smile that won't crack,
He's the life of the party, in Saratoga's track.