Pt 109

In '43 they put to sea, thirteen men and Kennedy Aboard the P.T. 109, to fight the brazen enemy And off the isle of ol' Lusana, in the strait beyond Nehru A Jap deatroyer in the night cut the '109 in two Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Japan Yeah, the thought they had the best of a mighty good man And on the coast of Kolombangaro, looking through his telescope Australian Evans saw the battle for the crew had little hope Two were dead, some were wounded, all were clinging to the bow Fighting fire and a-fighting water trying to save their lives somehow Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Japan Yeah, they thought they had the best of a mighty good man McMahon the Irishman was burned so badly, he couldn't swim Leave me, here 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 alone at sea And with a strap between his teeth, he towed the Irishman through the sea Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Japan Yeah, they thought they had the best of a mighty good man He led his men through waters dark, rocky reefs and hungry sharks Braved the ennemy's bayonets, a .38 hung 'round his neck Four more days and four more nights a rescue boat pulled into sight The P.T. 109 was gone but Kennedy and his crew lived on Now who could guess or who could possibly know That this same man named Kennedy Would be the leader of the nation, be the one to take command? The P.T. 109 was gone but Kennedy lived to fight again Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy But JFK and his crew lived on Which proves it's hard to get the best of a man named John (Big John) (Big John) (Big John) (Big John)