[Verse 1]
I was cruising 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 running fine
Let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve

[Chorus]
Let's race all the way to dead man's curve
Dead man's curve
Dead man's curve
Won't come back from dead man's curve

[Verse 2]
The street was deserted late Friday night
We were bugging each other while we sat out the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
You should heard the whine from my screaming 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

[Chorus]
But I pulled her out and there we were
At Dead man's curve
[Verse 3]
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

[Outro]
Won't come back from dead man's curve
Dead man's curve, Dead man's curve[x3]