In forty-three they put to sea 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 looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Yeah they thought they had the best of a good man
And on the coast of Kolombangaro looking his telescope Australia's Evans saw the battle for the had little hope Two were dead, some were wounded, all were to the bow Fighting fire and a-fighting water to save their lives somehow
and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the The gods of old Japan they thought they had the best of a mighty good man
McMahon the Irishman was burned so badly, he swim Leave me here go on he said 'cause if you don't 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 of old Japan Yeah they they had the best of a mighty good man
He led his men through waters dark, reefs and hungry sharks Braved the enemies bayonets, a hung round his neck Four days and four more nights a rescue boat pulled into sight The PT 109 was gone but and his crew lived on
Now who could guess or who could know this same man named Kennedy Would be the of the nation, be the one to take command The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy lived to fight
Smoke and fire the sea Everywhere they was the enemy but JFK and his crew lived on Which proves it's hard to get the best of a man named Big John, big John, big John, big