🎶 “Ali at the Ball” 🎶 (A Muhammad Ali-style Poem & Song) (Verse 1) The year was ’77, the air crisp and bright, Jimmy Carter stepped in, a new era in sight. The Sheraton glowed, all the big names were there, Hollywood, politics, style in the air. And who walks in, turning heads left and right? A king in a tux, a true heavyweight! The Greatest himself, dressed ruffles and all, Muhammad Ali, the champ at the ball! (Chorus) Floatin’ through the ballroom, stingin’ with style, Stealin’ the spotlight with that Ali smile. The champ don’t follow—he leads the parade, Rockin’ that ruffle like a knockout crusade! (Verse 2) With Veronica beside him, they strolled in with grace, A queen at his arm, a knockout embrace. A wink, a joke, a line so sweet, Even Cher and Gregg had to take a backseat! He jabbed with his words, he danced in the light, Told Carter, “You’re president, but I still win the fight!” The chandeliers sparkled, the cameras all flashed, But Ali stood tallest—pure icon, pure class. (Chorus) Floatin’ through the ballroom, stingin’ with style, Stealin’ the spotlight with that Ali smile. The champ don’t follow—he leads the parade, Rockin’ that ruffle like a knockout crusade! (Bridge - Spoken Word, Ali-style) “Jimmy’s the man, but let’s make this clear, Ain’t nobody greater in this room right here! Cher’s got the tunes, Allman’s got the flow, But put me in the ring, and down they go!” “Gregg’s got the hair, Carter’s got the votes, I got the moves AND the fur-lined coats! You see, I’m not just a fighter, I’m a poet in flight, And this ruffled tux? It’s a TKO tonight!” (Verse 3) So he laughed, he danced, he owned the whole floor, A champ, an icon—who could ask for more? From the ropes to the red carpet, he walked with pride, A voice for the people, with Veronica by his side. And though the gloves would soon come down, And time would steal that golden crown, That night in D.C., in the ballroom’s glow, Ali was eternal—The Greatest we’d know. (Final Chorus - BIG finish!) Floatin’ through the ballroom, stingin’ with style, Stealin’ the spotlight with that Ali smile. The champ don’t follow—he leads the parade, Rockin’ that ruffle like a knockout crusade!
