1952 Vincent Black Lightning-Richard Thompson

　　Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike

　　A girl could feel special on any such like

　　Said 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 cafes 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'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'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'll give you my Vincent to ride

　　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'll give you my Vincent to ride

　　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

　　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