Tuesday, December 30, 2008

1952 Vincent for Red Molly

I fell in love with this song when I first heard it. For those, like me, that never slowed down enough to understand all of the lyrics...

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 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. 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 seventeen. I robbed to 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. He 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 Greeves and Triumphs and Harleys won't do. Ah, they don't have a soul like a Vincent '52." Oh he reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys 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.

1 comment:

Pete said...


glad you like the song.

It's one of my favorites. It's quite the love story. And any love story worth shit involves a motorcycle or two... Having a Vincent in the story makes it epic.