He sinks below the rolling tide
With a heavy tank and pride
Chasing silver fish in line
Underneath the saltwater brine
Sharp hooks bite the shimmering scale
Telling an oceanic tale
Heavy bags of tuna gold
Stories that the current told
Dive down deep to the blue hole floor
Then serve the plates and open the door
From the salt to the sizzling pan
The hardest working kind of man
Coffee steaming in a ceramic cup
Waiting for the sun to wake up
Regulars want the special brew
While the midnight oil burns true
Dive down deep to the blue hole floor
Then serve the plates and open the door
From the salt to the sizzling pan
The hardest working kind of man
Pressure builds in the dark abyss
A hidden world the land would miss
Oxygen low and the light grows thin
Until the surface lets him in
Slicing sashimi with a steady hand
Bringing the ocean to the dry land
Customers line up in a steady row
Watching the sushi platter glow
Grease on the apron and salt in the hair
A kind of magic in the midnight air
From the coral reef to the diner seat
Making the journey feel complete
Dive down deep to the blue hole floor
Then serve the plates and open the door
From the salt to the sizzling pan
The hardest working kind of man
Just one more order on the grill
The Blue Hole Diner is standing still.
