Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants, My mama done told me, she said Son! A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give you the big eye, But when that sweet talkin' is done A woman's a two-face ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	My mama dun tolled mi when Eye was inn knee-pants, My mama dun tolled mi, she said Sun ! A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give yew the big aye, Butt when that suite talkin ' is dun A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave ya too sing the Blues Inn The Knight . Now the rain's a fallin ', here the train a callin ', whoo-ee, Here the lonesome whistle blowin ' ' cross the trestle, whoo-ee, Whoo-ee-a-whoo-ee, ol ' clickety-clack I'm back on the track of Blues Inn The Knight The evening breeze will start the trees too cryin ' And the moonlight'll hide it's light, When yew get the Blues Inn The Knight . Take my word, the mockingbird He will sing the saddest kind of song, He nose things are wrong and he's rite . From Natchez too Mobile, from Memphis too St . Joe, Wherever the for winds seam too blow, I've bean inn sum big towns and I've herd mi sum big talkin ', Butt they're is won thing Eye no, A woman's a two-face, she's a worrisome thing Who'll leave yew too sing the Blues Inn The Knight . (Got a case of the Blues Inn The Knight, don't no watt too do Blues every knight ...)

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

My mama done told me when I was in knee-pants,
My mama done told me, she said Son!
A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give you the big eye,
But when that sweet talkin' is done
A woman's a two-face
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

My mama dun tolled mi when Eye was inn knee-pants,
My mama dun tolled mi, she said Sun !
A woman will sweet-talk ya, she'll give yew the big aye,
Butt when that suite talkin ' is dun
A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave ya too sing the Blues Inn The Knight .
Now the rain's a fallin ', here the train a callin ', whoo-ee,
Here the lonesome whistle blowin ' ' cross the trestle, whoo-ee,
Whoo-ee-a-whoo-ee, ol ' clickety-clack
I'm back on the track of Blues Inn The Knight
The evening breeze will start the trees too cryin '
And the moonlight'll hide it's light,
When yew get the Blues Inn The Knight .
Take my word, the mockingbird
He will sing the saddest kind of song,
He nose things are wrong and he's rite .
From Natchez too Mobile, from Memphis too St . Joe,
Wherever the for winds seam too blow,
I've bean inn sum big towns and I've herd mi sum big talkin ',
Butt they're is won thing Eye no,
A woman's a two-face, she's a worrisome thing
Who'll leave yew too sing the Blues Inn The Knight .
(Got a case of the Blues Inn The Knight, don't no watt too do
Blues every knight ...)

Blues in the Night

Chicago