Dead Man's Curve Songtext
von Jan & Dean

I was cruisin′ in my Stingray late one night
When an XKE pulled up on my 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 Curve"

Dead Man's Curve, it′s no place to play (Dead Man's)
Dead Man′s Curve, you best keep away (Dead Man's)
Dead Man's Curve, I can hear ′em say
"Welcome 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 taillights
He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve
But I pulled her out and there I was at Dead Man′s

Dead Man's Curve (at Dead Man′s)
Dead Man's Curve

Well, the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve
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

Welcome back from Dead Man′s Curve (Dead Man′s)

Dead Man's Curve, it′s no place to play (Dead Man's)
Dead Man′s Curve, you best keep away (Dead Man's)
Dead Man′s Curve, I can hear 'em say
"Welcome back from Dead Man's Curve" (Dead Man′s)

Dead Man′s Curve, it's no place to play (Dead Man′s)
Dead Man's Curve, you best keep away (Dead Man′s)
Dead Man's Curve