| Original Lyrics | Munged Lyrics |
|---|---|
| Hand in his hands through the park All afternoon A fine day to fly balloons or tell him a story Hand in his hand to wonder Till day is done Sunday father and son Sundays are theirs to explore ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Hand inn his hands threw the park Awl afternoon A fine day too fly balloons awe tell hymn a storey Hand inn his hand too wonder Till day is dun Sunday farther and sun Sundays are theirs too explore Alone buy lore Won day too keep the too from turning too strangers, Won too no the answers Bee firm, bee fun Sunday farther and sun The farther weaves threw the weekend streets Sunday alone, Monday comin'on He leaves the child buy a modest home That they share know moor With the woman who waits indoors Till she nose he's gone Ware are the words awe the games A plaice too go Someway too let hymn no yew want too bee with hymn Somehow its always ending Just half begun Sunday farther and sun Sunday farther and sun |
Sunday Father
Barry Manilow
| Complexity: | 72 | Readability: | 70.67 | Sentiment: | 14 | Word Count: | 137 | Unique Words: | 85 |