(Christian/Berry/Kornfeld/Wilson)
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 go you one better if you've got the nerve
Let's race all the way

To Dead Man's Curve"

Chorus:


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


Dead Man's Curve, you must 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 taillights
He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve


But I pulled her out and there we were
At Dead Man's Curve


Partial chorus:

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

Dead Man's Curve

Dramatic interlude:


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"

[repeat chorus to fade]