Dead Man's Curve

I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night

When an XKE pulled up on the right

He rolled down the window

Of his shiny new Jag

And challenged me then and there to a drag

I said, "You're on buddy, my mill's running fine

Let's come off the line now

At Sunset and Vine

But I'll throw one better

If you've got the nerve

Let's race all the way

To Dead Man's Curve"

Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play

Dead Man's Curve, you best keep away

Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say

Won't come back from 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 the clutch

When the light turned green

You shoulda heard the whine

From my screamin' machine

I flew past LaBrea

Schwab's and Crescent Heights

And all the Jag could see

Were my six tail lights

He passed me at Doheny

Then I started to swerve

But I pulled her out

And there we were at Dead Man's Curve

Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play

Dead Man'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 guess I found out for myself

That everyone was right

Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve

Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play

Dead Man's Curve, you best keep away

Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say

Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve

Dead Man's Curve

Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play

Dead Man's Curve, you best keep away

Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say

Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve