1952 Vincent Black Lightning

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Said Red Molly to James, that's a fine motorbike,
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A girl could feel special on any such like
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Said James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you
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It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
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And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
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Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme
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And he pulled her on behind
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And down to Boxhill they did ride


[Verse 2]
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Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand
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But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
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I've fought with the law since I was seventeen
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I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
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Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
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And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
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And if fate should break my stride
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I'll give you my Vincent to ride


[Verse 3]
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Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
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For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
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Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
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Come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
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When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
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He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
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But he smiled to see her cry
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Said I'll give you my Vincent to ride


[Verse 4]
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Said young James in my opinion, there's nothing in this world
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Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
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Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
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They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52
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And he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
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He said I don't have any further use for these
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I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
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Swooping down from heaven to carry me home
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He gave her one last kiss and died
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And he gave her his Vincent to ride.