P. T. 109

In '43 they Set to sea

13 men and Kennedy

Aboard the PT 109

To fight the Brazen enemy

On the isle of ol lusana

In the strait beyond nehru

A Jap deatroyer in the night

Cut the '109 in two.

Smokin' 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

On the coast, commanderos, lookin through this periscope

Australian niven saw the battle

For the crew had little hope

Two were dead, some were wounded, all were clinging to the bow

Fightin fire, fightin water, trying to save their lives somehow.

Smokin' 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

Mac Me hun, 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's skipper wouldn't leave him, a man to die alone at sea

With his strap, between his teeth, he towed the irishman to the sea.

Smokin' fire upon the sea

Everywhere they looked was the enemy

The heathen gods of old Japan

They thought they had the best of a mighty good man

He led his men through water's Dark

Rocky reefs and hungry skarks

Braved the enemy's bayonets

A .38 around his neck

4 more days, 4 more nights,

A recue boat pulled into sight

The PT 109 was gone,

But Kennedy and his crew lived on

So who could Guess, and who could possibly know

That this same man named Kennedy, would,

Be the leader of a nation,

Be the one to take command,

The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy lived to fight again,

Smokin' fire upon the sea,

Everywhere they looked was the enemy,

But JFK and his crew lived on,

Which proves it's hard to get get the best of a man named John

Big John

Big John

Big John