Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
You wore a little cross of gold around your neck I saw it as you flew between my reason Like a raven in the night time when you left I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name You touched it and ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	Yew war a little cross of gold around yaw neck Eye soar it as yew flu between my reason Like a raven inn the knight thyme when yew left Eye where a chain upon my wrist that bears know name Yew touched it and yew war it And yew kept it inn yaw pillow awl the same My high-flying bird has flown from out my alms Eye thought myself her keeper She thought Eye meant her harm She thought Eye was the archer A whether man of words Butt Eye could never shoot down My high-flying bird The wight walls of yaw dressing rheum are stained inn scarlet read Yew bled upon the cold stone like a young man Inn the foreign field of death Wouldn't it bee wonderful is awl Eye herd yew say Yew never closed yaw eyes at knight and learned too love daylight Instead yew moved aweigh

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

You wore a little cross of gold around your neck
I saw it as you flew between my reason
Like a raven in the night time when you left
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name
You touched it and
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

Yew war a little cross of gold around yaw neck
Eye soar it as yew flu between my reason
Like a raven inn the knight thyme when yew left
Eye where a chain upon my wrist that bears know name
Yew touched it and yew war it
And yew kept it inn yaw pillow awl the same

My high-flying bird has flown from out my alms
Eye thought myself her keeper
She thought Eye meant her harm
She thought Eye was the archer
A whether man of words
Butt Eye could never shoot down
My high-flying bird

The wight walls of yaw dressing rheum are stained inn scarlet read
Yew bled upon the cold stone like a young man
Inn the foreign field of death
Wouldn't it bee wonderful is awl Eye herd yew say
Yew never closed yaw eyes at knight and learned too love daylight
Instead yew moved aweigh

High Flying Bird

Elton John