The street was deserted late Friday night

We were buggin' each other while we sat at the light

We both popped our clutch when that 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 tail lights.

He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve

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



Dead Man's Curve is no place to play

Dead Man's Curve, you'd best keep away.

Dead Man's Curve, I can hear them say:

Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve.



We'll 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 terrible sight

I found out for myself that everyone right.



(repeat chorus)