*Clay comes out to meet Liston and Liston starts to retreat,
if Liston 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 till Clay lowers the boom.
Now Clay lands with a right, what a beautiful swing,
And the punch raises the Bear 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 is disappearing from view, the crowd is going frantic,
But radar stations have picked him up, 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 put up the money,
That they would see a total eclipse of the Sonny.
*Poem composed prior to his match with Sonny Liston, in 1963
*It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.
*If Ali says a mosquito can pull a plow, don't ask how. Hitch him up.
*My toughest fight was with my first wife.
*I'm so fast, last night I turned off the light switch in my bedroom and was in bed before the room was dark.
*Float like a butterfly.
Sting like a bee.
Your hands can't hit
what your eyes can't see.