Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

I was cruising in my stingray late one night,
When a XKE pulled up on the right
He rolled downed 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",
Lets come off the line now at sunset and vine
But I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve,

Let's race all the way to Dead mans curve

Dead man's curve
Dead man's curve
Dead man's curve
Won't 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 turn green
You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin machine

I flew past La Brea, Schwab´s and Crescent Heights
And all the Jag could see were my six taillight
He passed me Doheny then I started to swerve
But I pulled her out and there we were - at Dead man´s Curve

Well, the last thing I remember Doc
I started to swerve
I then I saw the Jag slide in to the curve
I know 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

chorus :
Dead man's curve
Dead man's curve
Dead man's curve
Won´t come back from Dead mans curve!