Dead Man's Curve

The street was deserted late Friday night

We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light

We both popped our clutch when the light turned green

You shoulda heard the whine from my screaming machine

I flew past La Bream down to Crescent Heights

And all the Jag could see were my six taillights

He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve

But I pulled it out and there we were

At Deadman's curve

Deadman's Curve is no place to play

Deadman's Curve

Well, the last thing I remember, Doc., I started to swerve. And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve. I know I'll never forget that horrible sight. I found out for myself that everyone was right

Won't come back from Deadman's Curve

Deadman's Curve is no place to play

Deadman's Curve, you best keep away (Deadman's)

Deadman's Curve, I can hear them say

Won't come back from Deadman's Curve