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 in there to a drag
I said, hey, what, buddy, my mule's runnin' fine Let's come off the line now, it's unsuccin' fine
But I'll boo ya one better if you got the nerve Let's race all the way
To Deadman's Curve, there's no place to play Deadman's Curve, you best keep away
Deadman's Curve, I hear you say
I won't come back from Deadman's Curve
The strip was deserted late Friday night We were buggin' each other while we sat at the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green He should've heard the whine from my screamin' machine
I'm sippin' house and thrash, watchin' Tressie and I He's on the Jag, deciding where my trick's gonna lie
He cast me into a honey and I started to swerve But I pulled her out to where I was
At Deadman's, Deadman's Curve
At Deadman's, Deadman's Curve
Well, the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve Then I saw the Jag slide into the curb
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 Deadman's Curve
Deadman's Curve, there's no place to play Deadman's Curve, you best keep away
Deadman's Curve, I hear you say
Won't come back from Deadman's Curve
Deadman's Curve, there's no place to play
Deadman's Curve, you best keep away