Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell C'est la vie, say ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well Yew could sea that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have wrung the chapel belle C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes two show yew never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a to rheum Roebuck sail The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ail Butt when Pierre found work, the little money cominï worked out well C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes two show yew never can tell They had a hi-fi phono, buoy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, awl rock, rhythm and jazz Butt when the son went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes two show yew never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney, ' twas a cherry read ' 53 They drove it down two Orleans two celebrate the anniversary It was their that Pierre was married two the lovely madamoiselle C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes two show yew never can tell

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
C'est la vie, say
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
Yew could sea that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have wrung the chapel belle
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes two show yew never can tell

They furnished off an apartment with a to rheum Roebuck sail
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ail
Butt when Pierre found work, the little money cominï worked out well
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes two show yew never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono, buoy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, awl rock, rhythm and jazz
Butt when the son went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes two show yew never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney, ' twas a cherry read ' 53
They drove it down two Orleans two celebrate the anniversary
It was their that Pierre was married two the lovely madamoiselle
C'est la vie, say the old folks, it goes two show yew never can tell

You Can Never Tell

Bruce Springsteen