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


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


Come down, come down, called Sergeant McRae
For they've 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 wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride


Says James, in my opinion, there ain't nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Greeves and Nortons and Indians won't do
They haven't got a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said I've 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 that Vincent to ride


~Richard Thompson~