The Greatest

Clay comes out to meet Liston.
And Liston starts to retreat.
If Liston starts to retreat any further
He'll end up in a ringside seat.
Clay swings with a left,
Clay swings with a right.
Look at young Cassius
Carry the fight.
Liston keeps backing
But there's not enough room.
It's a matter of time.
There, Clay lower the boom!
Now Clay swings with a right!
What a beautiful swing.
And the punch rises the bear
Clear out of the ring.
Liston is still rising,
And the ref wears a frown,
For he can't start counting
Till Sonny comes down.
Now Liston disappears from view,
The crowd is getting frantic,
But our radar stations have picked him up:
He's somewhere over the Atlantic.
Who would have thought
When they came to the fight
That they'd witness the launching
Of a human satellite?
Yes the crowd did not dream
When they laid down their money
That they would see
a total eclipse of the Sonny.

I am the greatest.

- Muhammad Ali, before his fight against Sonny Liston