P T 109

In forty-three they put to sea Thirteen men and Ken-ne-dy Aboard the P. T. 109 To fight the brazen en-emy And off the Isle of Olasana In the straits beyond the ROO A Jap destroyer in the night Cut the One-O-Nine in two Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Japan Yea they thought They had the best of a mighty good man And on the coast of Kolombangaro Looking through his telescope Australia’s 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 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 P. T. skipper couldn’t leave him A man to die alone at sea And with a strap ’tween his teeth He towed the Irishman through the sea He led his men through waters dark Rocky reefs and hungry sharks Braved the enemies bayonets A thirty-eight hung around 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 NC: 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 J. F. K. and his crew lived on NC: Which proves it’s hard to get the best of a man named John