In forty-three put to sea thirteen men and Kennedy Aboard the PT 109 to fight the brazen And off the isle of Olasana in the beyond the roo A Jap destroyer in the cut the 109 in two
Smoke and fire the sea Everywhere looked was the enemy The gods of old Japan Yeah they they had the best of a mighty good man
And on the of Kolombangaro looking through his telescope Australia's Evans saw the battle for the crew had little Two were dead, some wounded, all were clinging to the bow Fighting fire and a-fighting water trying to save their lives
and fire upon the sea Everywhere they was the enemy The heathen gods of old Yeah they thought they had the of a mighty good man
McMahon the Irishman was 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 leave him a man to die at sea And with a between his teeth, he towed the Irishman through the sea
and fire upon the sea Everywhere they was the enemy The heathen of old Japan they thought they had the best of a mighty good man
He led his men through waters dark, rocky reefs and sharks the enemies bayonets, a thirty-eight 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 guess or who could possibly know this same man named Kennedy Would be the leader of the nation, be the one to command The PT 109 was gone but lived to fight again
and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy but JFK and his lived on Which proves it's hard to get the best of a man named Big John, big John, big John, big