Golfers Gone... Mild?

"So you didn't get arrested?" B.H. asks C.P.
"No. Things changed."
"What changed?"
"I fucked up... again and again and again."
"So you didn't play the..." hums circus song and I chime in: "doo-doo-doodahdoodahdoo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doodahdoodahdoo-doo-doo-doo..."
"It actually plays that song," B.H. says.
"What? Really?" I ask.
"I told you it played the circus song," she says.
"You said it played A circus song. You didn't say it played THAT circus song," I protest.
"Geez, how many circus songs do you know?" A.W. weighs in.
"Lots. I work here."