Clay comes out to meet Liston. And Liston starts to retreat. If Liston starts to retreat any further He'll end up in a ringside seat. Clay swings with a left, Clay swings with a right. Look at young Cassius Carry the fight. Liston keeps backing But there's not enough room. It's a matter of time. There, Clay lower the boom! Now Clay swings with a right! What a beautiful swing. And the punch rises the bear Clear out of the ring. Liston is still rising, And the ref wears a frown, For he can't start counting Till Sonny comes down. Now Liston disappears from view, The crowd is getting frantic, But our radar stations have picked him up: He's 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 laid down their money That they would see a total eclipse of the Sonny.

I am the greatest.

Cassius Clay, Press Junket b4 his first heavy weight champions fight against Sonny Liston, 02 1964.

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