Karaoké Dead Man's Curve Jan And Dean

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 "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

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 have 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

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

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