Ginger and Ned

I pulled out a flask in my black classic Cadillac.
Ned from the back said, "Pass me some more of that."
Twisting the cap, I said, "You've had plenty." 
But that won't guys who haven't turned twenty.

Ginger beside me shook sand from her sandal.
I swerved to the right. Ned grabbed the door handle.
We had been friends ever since we were little,
From halfway to nowhere to smack in the middle.

Ginger, Ned, and I in a car
Look at the lights. We watch from afar
A satellite, UFO, jet plane, or star.

Ginger was sweet. Ned was her football brat.
I liked her like he did but played the diplomat.
We would write notes. The marching band marched.
Ginger still dotted an "i" with a heart.

The dashboard was glowing, one headlight didn't work.
Ned said, "I'm feeling sick." Ginger said, "Red alert."
So we slowed down and parked by the river,
And lay on our backs, as the world still got bigger.

Ginger, Ned, and I in a car
Look at the lights. We watch from afar
Asatellite, UFO, jet plane, or star.

Fireflies flashing, the moon spinning like a wheel,
I tried to think, to figure out how I feel.
Ginger did somersaults, Ned kicked the air,
I lit a sparkler, sparks flying everywhere.

Ginger, Ned, and I in a car
Look at the lights. We watch from afar
Asatellite, UFO, jet plane, or star.