The Carpenters Dead Man's Curve lyrics

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 shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine

I flew past La Brea down to 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 we were 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 curb
I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
I found out for myself that everyone was right

Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve

Dead Man's Curve, is no place to play
Dead Man's Curve, it's best keep away
Dead Man's Curve, I can hear them say
Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve