Here is the eighth round of the Liston fight exactly as it will happen:

Clay comes out to meet Liston and Liston starts to retreat
But if he goes back an inch farther, he'll end up in a ringside seat
Clay swings with his left, Clay swings with his right
Look at young Cassius carry the fight
Liston keeps backing, but there's not enough room,
It's a matter of time ere Clay lowers the boom
Now Clay lands with a right, what a beautiful swing
The punch raises Liston clean out of the ring
Liston is still rising and the ref wears a frown
For he can't start counting till Sonny goes down
Now Liston disappears from view, the crowd is going frantic
But our radar stations have picked him up, he's somewheres 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 put down their money
That they would see a total eclipse of the Sonny