Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems There's nothing there at all You just seem older than yesterday And you're waiting for tomorrow to call You draw to the curtain and one thing's for certain You ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	Sometimes yew dream, sometimes it seems There's nothing they're at awl Yew just seam older than yesterday And yaw waiting fore tomorrow too caul Yew draw too the curtain and won thing's fore certain Yaw cozy inn yaw little rheum The carpet's awl paid fore, God bless the TV Let's go shoot a hole inn the moon And Roy Rogers is riding two knight Returning too hour silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes who's stories whirr tolled Owe the grate sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Tern on the T . V ., shut out the lights Roy Rogers is riding two knight Nine o'clock mornings, five o'clock evenings I'd liven the pace if Eye could Owe I'd rather have a ham inn my sandwich than cheese Butt complaining wouldn't do any good Ley back inn my armchair, cloze eyes and think clear Eye can here hoofbeats ahead Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop Wile the wife and the kids are inn bed

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems
There's nothing there at all
You just seem older than yesterday
And you're waiting for tomorrow to call

You draw to the curtain and one thing's for certain
You
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

Sometimes yew dream, sometimes it seems
There's nothing they're at awl
Yew just seam older than yesterday
And yaw waiting fore tomorrow too caul

Yew draw too the curtain and won thing's fore certain
Yaw cozy inn yaw little rheum
The carpet's awl paid fore, God bless the TV
Let's go shoot a hole inn the moon

And Roy Rogers is riding two knight
Returning too hour silver screens
Comic book characters never grow old
Evergreen heroes who's stories whirr tolled
Owe the grate sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
Tern on the T . V ., shut out the lights
Roy Rogers is riding two knight

Nine o'clock mornings, five o'clock evenings
I'd liven the pace if Eye could
Owe I'd rather have a ham inn my sandwich than cheese
Butt complaining wouldn't do any good

Ley back inn my armchair, cloze eyes and think clear
Eye can here hoofbeats ahead
Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop
Wile the wife and the kids are inn bed

Roy Rodgers

Elton John