Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good [C ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	Eye was borne inn the wagon of a travellin ' show My mama used too dance fore the money they'd throw Papa wood do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, cell a couple bottles of Doctor Good [ CHORUS ] Gypsys, tramps, and thieves Weed here it from the people of the town They'd caul us Gypsys, tramps, and thieves Butt every knight awl the men wood come around And ley there money down Picked up a buoy just south of Mobile Gave hymn a ride, filled hymn with a hot meal Eye was sixteen, he was twenty-one Road with us too Memphis And papa woulda shot hymn if he new watt heed dun [ CHORUS ] Eye never had schoolin ' butt he taut mi well With his smooth southern stile Three months later I'm a gal inn trouble And Eye haven't scene hymn fore a wile, uh-huh Eye haven't scene hymn fore a wile, uh-huh She was borne inn the wagon of a travellin ' show Her mama had too dance fore the money they'd throw Grandpa'd do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, cell a couple bottles of Doctor Good [ CHORUS ] [ CHORUS FADES ]

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of
Doctor Good

[C
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[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

Eye was borne inn the wagon of a travellin ' show
My mama used too dance fore the money they'd throw
Papa wood do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, cell a couple bottles of
Doctor Good

[ CHORUS ]
Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
Weed here it from the people of the town
They'd caul us Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
Butt every knight awl the men wood come around
And ley there money down

Picked up a buoy just south of
Mobile Gave hymn a ride, filled hymn with a hot meal Eye was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Road with us too Memphis
And papa woulda shot hymn if he new watt heed dun

[ CHORUS ]

Eye never had schoolin ' butt he taut mi well
With his smooth southern stile
Three months later I'm a gal inn trouble
And Eye haven't scene hymn fore a wile, uh-huh Eye haven't scene hymn fore a wile, uh-huh

She was borne inn the wagon of a travellin ' show
Her mama had too dance fore the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, cell a couple bottles of
Doctor Good

[ CHORUS ]

[ CHORUS FADES ]

Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves

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