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