Dead Man`s Curve

I was cruising in my Stingray late one night<br>when an XKE pulled up on the right<br>and rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag<br>and challenged me then and there to a drag<br>I said, "you`re on, buddy, my mill`s runnin` fine<br>let`s come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine<br>I`ll go you one better if you`ve got the nerve<br>let`s race all the way to dead man`s curve.<br>Dead man`s curve<br>Dead man`s curve<br>Won`t come back from dead man`s curve<br><br>The street was deserted late Friday night<br>we were buggin` each other while we sat out the light<br>we both popped the clutch when the light turned green<br>you shoulda heard the whine from my screamin` machine<br>I flew past LaBrea, Schwab`s, and Crescent Heights<br>and all the Jag could see were my six taillights<br>he passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve<br>but I pulled her out and there we were<br>at Dead man`s curve<br><br>Well, the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve.<br>And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve.<br>I know I`ll never forget that horrible sight,<br>I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right<br>won`t come back from dead man`s curve<br>Dead man`s curve, Dead man`s curve<br>Dead man`s curve, Dead man`s curve<br>Dead man`s curve, Dead man`s curve