1952 Vincent Black Lightning

Oh, says Red Molly to James, "That's a fine motorbike
 A girl could feel special on any such like"
 Says James to Red Molly, "My hat's off to you
 It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
 And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems
 Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme"
 And he pulled her on behind
 And down to Box Hill they did ride
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 Oh, says James to Red Molly, "Here's a ring for your right hand
 But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
 For I've fought with the law since I was 17
 I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
 Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
 And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
 And if fate should break my stride
 Then I give you my Vincent to ride"
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 "Come down, come down, Red Molly," 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 give you my Vincent to ride"
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 Says James, "In my opinion, there's nothing in this world
 Beats a '52 Vincent and a red-headed girl
 Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
 Ah, they don't have 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 his Vincent to ride