Ringling, Ringling

And across from Summers there's a pile of beer cans
Been there for twenty-seven days
Imagine all the heartaches and ways
In which Mya's incompetence destroys your plans

So we hopped back on our rent-a-segway
And we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon Summers was out of sight
Though we left behind a fat barmaid, a Cowboys fan, and this blog
Bracing for a Ringlin' Karaoke night

Ringlin', Ringlin', you're just drinking your life away
I wonder how many people will still go to Summers a year from today
'Cause the Redrum is dusty and the GoldenTee has been torn down
Summers is a dyin' little town
Yeah, it's a dyin' little town