I was cruisin' in my Stingray
late one night
When an XKE pulled
up on the right
And 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 runnin' fine
Let's come off the line now
at Sunset and Vine
But I'll throw you one better
If you've got the nerve
Let's race all the way
to Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
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 should of 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
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
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Won't come back from
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Won't come back from
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Won't come back from
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve