The Day Philly Went Up In Smoke

Smokin' Joe Frazier, A champion in my book; Known for a patented wallop, The Philadelphia left hook! He never had the beauty, Of a Muhammad Ali; Frazier hit like a mammoth, While Ali stung like a bee! Bobbin' and weavin', From side to side; He never stopped punchin', 'Til the day he died! Many years ago, When I was just a kid; The Fight Of The Century, I remember what he did! Ali was quick and flashy, Adoring the role of a clown; It was there in the fifteenth, When Frazier knocked him down! The two would meet again, And another soon after; A rivalry long enduring, One of boxing's greatest chapters! Sportin' those colorful trunks, Way below the knees; Folks all got their money's worth, He was guaranteed to please! Those aren't clouds in Philly, They're raging puffs of smoke; Make way for the locomotive, That left hook ain't no joke! Goodbye for now Joe Frazier, You'll be sorely missed; Boxing's lost its glory, Real men fought with their fists!