The legend of Muhammad Ali is already written

Cause I wrote it and you better listen to it:

This is the legend of Muhammad Ali

The greatest fighter that ever will be

He talks a great deal and brags, indeed

Of a powerful punch and blinding speed

The fistic world was dull and weary;

With a champ like Foreman, things had to be dreary

Now someone with color, someone with dash

He brought fight fans running with cash

This brash fighter was something to see

And the heavyweight championship was his destiny

Ali fights great, he’s got speed and endurance;

If you sign to fight him, increase your insurance

Ali’s got a left, Ali’s got a right;

If he hits you once, you’re asleep for the night

As you lie on the floor while the ref counts ten

You better hope and pray you don’t meet me again

For I am the man this poem is about;

Now I’m the true champ of the world

There isn’t a doubt

Once I predicted and I knew the score

I told the chumps I’d be the champ of the world in '64

When I say three, man, they go in the third

Don’t bet against me, I’m a man of my word

Do you remember when I predicted

Sonny Liston’s dismemberment?

I hit him so hard he forgot where October and November went. My man, if I tell you a mosquito can pull a plow

Don’t ask how–hitch him up!!!