In they put to sea thirteen men and Kennedy 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 upon the sea Everywhere they was the enemy The heathen gods of old Yeah they they had the best of a mighty good man
And on the coast of Kolombangaro looking his telescope Australia's Evans saw the battle for the crew had little Two dead, some were wounded, all were clinging to the bow Fighting fire and a-fighting water trying to their lives somehow
Smoke and upon 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 '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 between his teeth, he the Irishman through the sea
and fire upon the sea Everywhere looked was the enemy The gods of old Japan Yeah they thought they had the best of a good man
He led his men through waters dark, reefs and hungry sharks Braved the enemies bayonets, a thirty-eight hung his neck Four more and four more nights a rescue boat pulled into sight The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy and his crew on
Now who could guess or who possibly know That this same man Kennedy be the leader of the nation, be the one to take command The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy lived to fight
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