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 on the corners and cafes it seems Red hair and black leather, my favorite color 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'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man I've fought with the law since I was seventeen I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine Now I stand 21, I might not make 22 And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you And if fate should break my stride I'll give you my Vincent to ride Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae For they've taken young James for armed robbery Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside Come down, Red Molly to his dying beside 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, said I'll give you my Vincent to ride Said James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl No Nortons and Indians and Greeves just won't do They ain't got a soul like a Vincent 52 He reached for her hand and he slip through the keys He said I have no further use for these I see angels and ariels in leather and chrome Swooping down from heaven to carry me home He gave her one last kiss and died and he gave her the Vincent to ride