Deadman's Curve

I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night

When an XKE pulled up on my 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 of the line, now, at Sunset and Vine

But I'll go ya one better, if you've got the nerve

Let's race all the way...to Deadman's curve"

Chorus:

Deadman's curve-is no place to play

Deadman's curve-you best keep away

Deadman's curve-I can hear them say

You won't come back from Deadman's curve

The street was deserted late Friday night,

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

We both popped the clutch when the light turned green

You shoulda heard the whine from my scremin' machine

I flew past La Brea, Schwabs, and Crescent Heights

And all the Jag could see were my six tail lights

He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve

But I pulled it out and there we were: At 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 guess I found out for myself that everyone was right:

Won't come back from Deadman's curve!

Repeat chorus and fade