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
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