Now, ladies and gentlemen, from Louisville, Kentucky.
Wearing black tie Mr. Cassius Marcellus Clay.
His classic poem: I am The Greatest.
This kid's got a left;
this kid's got a right,
If he hit you once, you're asleep for the night.
This kid fights great;
he’s got speed and endurance
but if you sign to fight him, increase your insurance.
I am the greatest!
I told ya.
I am the real champion! I am the greatest!
The greatest of all time.
And as you lie on the floor while the ref counts ten,
You’ll pray that you won’t have to fight me again.
He is the greatest!
The greatest of all time.
This brash young boxer is something to see
And the heavyweight championship is his des-tin-y.
I am gonna Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
he can’t hit what he can he see.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
I am gonna Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
he can’t hit what he can he see.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
I’ve wrestled with alligators,
I’ve tussled with a whale.
I done handcuffed lightning
And throw thunder in jail.
That’s bad!
When I say two that’s never third!
When I say three don’t get against me!
I am a man of my word.
The man is in cover, I will show you how may I have how you gonna be.
Imma show you how may I have.
This brash young boxer is something to see
And the heavyweight championship is his des-tin-y.
I am gonna Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
he can’t hit what he can he see.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
I am gonna Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee he can’t hit what he can he see.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.