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!!!