Last night I had a dream, When I got to Africa, I had one hell of a rumble. I had to beat Tarzan's behind first, For claiming to be King of the Jungle. For this fight, I've wrestled with alligators, I've tustled with a whale. I done handcuffed lightning And put thunder in jail. You know I'm bad. I have murdered a rock, I've injured a stone, and hospitalized a brick. I'm so bad, I make medicine sick. I'm so fast, man, I can run through a hurricane and don't get wet. When George Foreman meets me, He'll pay his debt. I can drown the drink of water, and kill a dead tree. Wait till you see Muhammad Ali.

I never thought of losing, but now that it's happened, the only thing is to do it right. That's my obligation to all the people who believe in me. We all have …

If you were surprised when Nixon resigned, just watch what happens when I whup Foreman's behind!

Ain't no reason for me to kill nobody in the ring, unless they deserve it.

We are the masters at the moment and shall be for some considerable time.

Tempt me no more, for I Have known the lightning's hour, The poet's inward pride, The certainty of power.

My derring-do allows me to dance the rigadoon around you but by the time I'm through I lose my desideratum.