Carpenters - Medley D: Deadman's Curve lyrics

The street was deserted late Friday night
We were buggin' each other while
We sat out the light
We both popped our clutch when
The light turned green
You should have heard the wine
From my screamin' machine
I flew past La Brea down to Crescent Heights
And all the Jag could see
Were my six tail lights
He passed me at Doheny and
I started to swerve
But, I pulled her out and there
We were at Deadman's Curve
Deadman's Curve is no place to play
Deadman'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 Deadman's Curve
Deadman's Curve is no place to play
Deadman's Curve, you best keep away
Deadman's Curve, I can hear them say
Won't come back from Deadman's Curve