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. CHORUS: 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. CHORUS: 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. CHORUS: 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