Deep in the heart of the desert in an old cafe She works a shift on an odd Saturday And when its closing time, she slowly shuts the blinds, I'm gonna write to my baby on the Midnight flyer for the killer cherry pie. The truckers pull in to the pit stop and they drool and they smile She sways her hour-glass hips and pouts her lips and they sigh. But when they turn their eyes, she slips the poison in the pie, I'm gonna write to my baby on the Midnight flyer for the killer cherry pie. She lays the pie on the table and they all take a bite, Until their mouths start foaming and out go the lights. And when they fall to die, she slowly shuts the blinds. I'm gonna write to my baby on the Midnight flyer for the killer cherry pie.