In they put to sea thirteen men and Kennedy the PT 109 to fight the brazen enemy And off the isle of in the straits beyond the roo A Jap destroyer in the cut the 109 in two
Smoke and upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the The gods of old Japan they thought they had the best of a mighty good man
And on the coast of Kolombangaro 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 somehow
Smoke and fire the sea Everywhere they was the enemy The heathen gods of old they thought they had the best of a mighty good man
McMahon the Irishman was burned so badly, he couldn't Leave me here go on he said 'cause if you we'll all be dead The PT skipper leave him a man to die alone at sea And with a strap his teeth, he towed the Irishman through the sea
Smoke and fire the sea they 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 and hungry sharks Braved the enemies bayonets, a thirty-eight round his neck Four more days and 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 same 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 upon the sea they looked was the enemy but JFK and his crew lived on Which proves it's hard to get the of a man named John Big John, big John, big John, big