I was cruising in my snakeway late one night When an XKE pulled up on the ride
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, but I'm just running fine Let's come off the line now, it's time to set the line
But I know you want it better if you've got that nerve Let's race all the way to Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve, it's the best thing you'll get Dead Man's Curve, it's the best thing you'll get
Dead Man's Curve, I can hear you say I won't come back from Dead Man's Curve
The strip was deserted late Friday night We were bugging each other while we set out to lie
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green You should have heard the whine from my screaming machine
I flew past the fridge, popped the crescent eye And all the Jack could see were my French tail lights
He passed me at Doheny and I started to squirt But I pulled her up and there I was
At Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man'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
You won't come back from Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
Dead Man's Curve
I can hear them say
You won't come back
to Dead Man's Curse
Dead Man's Curse
Dead Man's Curse
Dead Man's Curse
Dead Man's Curse
You won't come back
to Dead Man's Curse