In forty-three they put to sea thirteen men and Aboard the PT 109 to fight the enemy And off the isle of Olasana in the beyond the roo A Jap in the night cut the 109 in two
Smoke and fire the sea Everywhere they was the enemy The heathen of old Japan Yeah they thought they had the best of a mighty man
And on the coast of looking through his telescope Evans saw the battle for the crew had little hope Two were dead, some were wounded, all clinging to the bow Fighting fire and a-fighting water trying to save lives somehow
Smoke and fire the sea they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Yeah they they had the best of a mighty good man
the Irishman was burned so badly, he couldn't swim Leave me go on he said 'cause if you don't we'll all be dead The PT skipper couldn't him a man to die alone at sea And with a between his teeth, he towed the Irishman through the sea
Smoke and upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the The heathen gods of old Yeah thought they had the best of a mighty good man
He led his men through waters dark, reefs and hungry sharks Braved the bayonets, a thirty-eight hung round his neck Four more days and four more a rescue boat pulled into sight The PT 109 was but Kennedy and his crew lived on
Now who could guess or who could know That same man named Kennedy be the leader of the nation, be the one to take command The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy to fight again
and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy but JFK and his crew on proves it's hard to get the best of a man named John Big John, big John, big John, big