Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
Sling your hook in with him baby He's a real sharp-shooter now If he's out there hiding in the tall grass Tell him I said he was a coward This ain't any old western honey It's the twentieth century n ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	Sling yaw hook inn with hymn bay bee He's a reel sharp-shooter now If he's out they're hiding inn the tall grass Tell hymn Eye said he was a coward This ain't any old western honey Its the twentieth century now Butt if he thinks he's sum kind of tuff cowboy And he's hurt her then Eye want too no how Did he shoot her with his compromise Like a hart attack he can paralyse Ore did he hang her inn a noose On the telephone line Did he shoot her with a 45 Did he leave his marque rite between her eyes Owe did he shoot that girl That used too bee mine Tell hymn I'm ready any thyme he chooses The pay-off fore the things, fore the things he's dun He ain't messing with know two-bit bandit Armed with a couple of guns If he wants too sea it as a too real movie He's living inn the head of someone else Butt better take hymn down and dust hymn honey Eye want too here the truth fore myself Did he shoot her Did he shoot her

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

Sling your hook in with him baby
He's a real sharp-shooter now
If he's out there hiding in the tall grass
Tell him I said he was a coward

This ain't any old western honey
It's the twentieth century n
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

Sling yaw hook inn with hymn bay bee
He's a reel sharp-shooter now
If he's out they're hiding inn the tall grass
Tell hymn Eye said he was a coward

This ain't any old western honey
Its the twentieth century now
Butt if he thinks he's sum kind of tuff cowboy
And he's hurt her then Eye want too no how

Did he shoot her with his compromise
Like a hart attack he can paralyse
Ore did he hang her inn a noose
On the telephone line

Did he shoot her with a 45
Did he leave his marque rite between her eyes
Owe did he shoot that girl
That used too bee mine

Tell hymn I'm ready any thyme he chooses
The pay-off fore the things, fore the things he's dun
He ain't messing with know two-bit bandit
Armed with a couple of guns

If he wants too sea it as a too real movie
He's living inn the head of someone else
Butt better take hymn down and dust hymn honey
Eye want too here the truth fore myself

Did he shoot her
Did he shoot her

Did He Shoot Her?

Elton John