Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee
Ali comes out to meet Frazier,
but Frazier starts to retreat.
If Joe goes back an inch farther,
he’ll wind up in a ringside seat.
Ali swings with his left, Ali swings with his right,
just look at the kid carry the fight.
Frazier keeps backin’, but there’s not enough room.
It’s just a matter of time before Ali lowers the boom.
Ali swings with his right, what a beautiful swing,
but the punch lifts Frazier clean outta the ring.
Frazier’s still risin’,
and the referee wears a frown.
Cuz he can’t start countin’
till Frazier comes down.
Frazier’s disappeared from view,
the crowd is getting frantic,
but our radar stations done picked him up,
he’s somwheres over the atlantic.
Now who would’ve thought when they came to this fight,
that they was gone witness the launchin’ of a black satellite.
But don’t wait for that fight, it ain’t never gonna happen,
the onless thing you can do is wonder and imagine.
– Muhammad Ali.