Lyrics:

I Was Cruisin In My Stingray Late One Night,
when An Xke Pulled Up On The Right
he Rolled Down The Window Of His Shiny New Jag,
and Challenged Me Then And There To A Drag
i Said youre On Buddy -- My Mills Running Fine,
lets Come Off The Line Now At Sunset And Vine
but Ill Go You One Better, If Youve Got The Nerve,
lets Race All The Way -- To Dead Mans Curve

(Dead Mans Curve) Is No Place To Play
(Dead Mans Curve) Youd Best Keep Away
(Dead Mans Curve) I Can Hear em Say
wont Come Back From Dead Mans Curve

the Street Was Deserted Late Friday Night;
we Were Buggin Each Other While We Sat Out The Light
we Both Popped The Clutch When The Light Turned Green,
you Shoulda Heard The Whine From My Screamin Machine
i Flew Past La Brea, Schwabs And Crescent Heights,
and All The Jag Could See Were My Six Taillights
he Passed Me At Doheny Then I Started To Swerve,
but I Pulled Her Out And There We Were - At Dead Mans Curve

(Dead Mans Curve) Is No Place To Play
(Dead Mans Curve... [sounds Of Skids And Crashes] )
(Spoken) well, The Last Thing I Remember, Doc,
i Started To Swerve
and Then I Saw The Jag Slide Into The Curve
i Know Ill Never Forget That Horrible Sight,
i Guess I Found Out For Myself That Everyone Was Right
wont Come Back From Dead Mans Curve...

(Dead Mans Curve) Is No Place To Play
(Dead Mans Curve) Youd Best Keep Away
(Dead Mans Curve) I Can Hear em Say
wont Come Back From Dead Mans Curve
(Dead Mans Curve) Is No Place To Play
(Dead Mans Curve) Youd Best Keep Away
(Dead Mans Curve) I Can Hear em Say
wont Come Back From Dead Mans Curve (Fade)