Dead Man's Curve

I was cruisin' 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 runnin' fine
 Let's come off the line now, at Sunset and Vine
 But I'll throw you one better if you've got the nerve
 Let's race all the way
 To Dead Man's Curve"
 Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
 Dead Man's Curve, you best keep away
 Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say
 Won't come back from Dead Man's 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 should of 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 then I started to swerve
 But I pulled her out and there I was
 At Dead Man's Curve
 Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
 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
 Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve
 Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
 Dead Man's Curve, you best keep away
 Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say
 Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve