If you look into the sky You are going to see A weird butterfly That sting’s like a bee The poet of the boxing ring The guy who changed his name With fists that could even sing While his soul remain the same It's not bragging, if you can back it up It's not bragging, if you can back it up It's not bragging, if you can back it up So brag it and…back it up! With the sound of a “Ding” The bull start his dance The bull star his swing So you won’t have a chance Cause you are facing the greatest of all time The big Ali The guy who born to free: Half butterfly, half bee