In forty-three they put to sea thirteen men and the PT 109 to fight the brazen enemy And off the isle of Olasana in the straits the roo A Jap in the night cut the 109 in two
Smoke and fire the sea Everywhere looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old they thought they had the best of a mighty good man
And on the coast of looking through his telescope Australia's Evans saw the battle for the crew had hope Two were dead, some were wounded, all were to the bow Fighting and a-fighting water trying to save their lives somehow
Smoke and fire the sea they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Yeah thought they had the best of a mighty good man
McMahon the Irishman was burned so badly, he 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 strap his teeth, he towed the Irishman through the sea
and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the The heathen gods of old Yeah they they had the best of a mighty good man
He led his men through waters dark, reefs and hungry sharks the enemies bayonets, a thirty-eight hung round his neck Four more and four more nights 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 this man named Kennedy Would be the leader of the nation, be the one to command The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy lived to again
and fire upon the sea Everywhere looked was the enemy but JFK and his crew lived on Which proves hard to get the best of a man named John Big John, big John, big John, big