Here is the eighth round of the Liston fight exactly as it will happen: Clay comes out to meet Liston and Liston starts to retreat But if he goes back an inch farther, he'll end up in a ringside seat Clay swings with his left, Clay swings with his right Look at young Ca**ius carry the fight Liston keeps backing, but there's not enough room, It's a matter of time ere Clay lowers the boom Now Clay lands with a right, what a beautiful swing The punch raises Liston clean out of the ring Liston is still rising and the ref wears a frown For he can't start counting till Sonny goes down Now Liston disappears from view, the crowd is going frantic But our radar stations have picked him up, he's somewheres over the Atlantic Who would have thought when they came to the fight That they'd witness the launching of a human satellite Yes the crowd did not dream, when they put down their money That they would see a total eclipse of the Sonny