Big Mac was the driver of a semi-wreck from Denver to the coast of Maine.And every truck driver and highway man, well, they all knew Big Mac's name.He stepped into the diner by the scales where he stopped to wait.Took one look at the waitress there, and we all heard him say,Pour me a piece of coffee, pass me a cup of bread.I hear the sweetest thing that I've ever seen, and there's a ringing in my head.Make my eggs a medium rare, over easy with my steak.I'm gonna buy you a barn in Texas gal, if it takes every cent I'll make.Well, she stood there staring at Big Mac, kind of in a state of shock.She told him when she set his orange juice down, be careful now, it's kind of hot.I've already buttered your coffee, the toast is in your cup.Your french fried soup and scrambled prunes will soon be coming up.She took off her apron, grabbed her coat down off the rack.Took Big Mac's arm and told the boss I'm quitting and it won't be a fact.She climbed up in that diesel cab, both pipes were spouting smoke.Somebody said Big Mac just fell, and this time it ain't no joke.Pour me a piece of coffee, pass me a cup of bread.You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen, and there's a ringing in my head.Make my eggs a medium rare, over easy with my steak.I'm gonna buy you a barn in Texas gal, if it takes every cent I'll make.