1952 Vincent Black Lightning

Oh, says Red Molly to James, 'Thats a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like'
Says James to Red Molly, 'My hats off to you
Its a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952'
And Ive seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill, they did ride
Oh, says James to Red Molly, 'Heres a ring for your right hand
But Ill tell you in earnest Im a dangerous man
For Ive fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now Im twenty-one years, I might make twenty-two
And I dont mind dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then Ill give you my Vincent to ride'
'Come down, come down, Red Molly,' called Sergeant McRae
'For theyve taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside'
When she came to the hospital, there wasnt much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said Ill give you my Vincent to ride
Says James, 'In my opinion, theres nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greevess wont do
Ahh, they dont have a soul like a Vincent 52'
Oh, he reached for her hand then he slipped her the keys
He said, 'Ive got no further use for these
I see angels on Ariels, in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home'
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride