Jan & Dean - Dead Man's Curve Lyrics
I was cruisin' in my Sting Ray late one nightWhen an XKE pulled up on the rightHe rolled down the window of his shiny new JagAnd challenged me then and there to a dragI said, "You're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fineLet's come off the line now, at Sunset and VineBut I'll go you one better if you've got the nerveLet's race all the wayTo Dead Man's Curve"Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to playDead Man's Curve, you best keep awayDead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em sayWon't come back from Dead Man's CurveThe street was deserted late Friday nightWe were buggin' each other while we sat out the lightWe both popped the clutch when the light turned greenYou should have heard the whine from my screamin' machineI flew past Labrea, Schwab's, and Crescent HeightsAnd all the Jag could see were my six tail lightsHe passed me at Doheny then I started to swerveBut I pulled her out and there we wereAt Dead Man's CurveDead Man's Curve, it's no place to playDead Man's CurveWell, the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerveAnd then I saw the Jag slide into the curveI know I'll never forget that horrible sightI guess I found out for myself that everyone was rightWon't come back from Dead Man's CurveDead Man's Curve, it's no place to playDead Man's Curve, you best keep awayDead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em sayWon't come back from Dead Man's Curve
