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This is the legend of
Cassius Clay
The most beautiful fighter in the world today
He talks a great deal and brags indeedy
Of a muscular punch that's incredibly speedy
The fistic world was dull and weary
With a champ like Liston things had to be dreary
Then someone with color, someone with dash
Brought fight fans a runnin' with cash
This brash young boxer is something to see
And the heavyweight championship is his destiny
This kid fights great, he's got speed and endurance
But if you sign to fight him, increase your insurance
This kids got a left, this kids got a right
And if he hits you once, you'll sleep for the night
And as you lie on the floor while the ref counts ten
You'll pray that you won't have to fight me again
For I am the man this poem is about
The next champ of the world, there isn't a doubt
Here I predict and I know the score
I'll be champ of the world in '64
If Cassius says a mosquito can pull a plow
Don't ask how, hitch 'em up! |
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