And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
It's just the same as talking to you
Just what this song is all about
It's nothing
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen"
Now, you're probably wondering by now
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Is what this thing here is for
It ain't no use a-talking to me
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
Puts bubblegum in my food
Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife
And he went and did the cat instead
I'm everybody's brother and son
I've got a million friends
At the sorority sister's home
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
So I look like a walking mountain range
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
You must think I'm crazy!
I ain't different from anyone
What's probably got you baffled more
He wagged his tail and shook his head
I gotta woman, she's so mean
I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet, so strange
Hope I don't blow it
He's a weird monkey, very funky
I ask you how things could get much worse
Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude
Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want everybody to be free
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
Well, I set my monkey on the log
Yippee! I'm a poet and I know it
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Wowee! Pretty scary!
Now they asked me to read a poem
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
Well, I don't know but I've been told
Out to the country club and the golf course
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin'
I wound up with the Dean of Women
I said, "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
Move in next door and marry my daughter
She's funny, wants my money, calls me "honey"
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
And ordered him to do the dog
But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
Now, I gotta friend who spends his life
