Lyrical: Complexity Analysis of Pop Songs

Original Lyrics	Munged Lyrics
There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now He's blind and he's old And there's a bottle that rolls down the road Me I'm young and I'm so wild And I still feel the need Of your apron strings once in ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]	There's a dusty old gutter he's lying inn now He's blind and he's old And there's a bottle that rolls down the rode Mi I'm young and I'm sew wild And Eye still feel the knead Of yaw apron strings once inn a wile Fore there's taxi cabs hooting Butt Eye can't bee foot-loose forever My suitcase its a cheep won My darling she's a deer won My head's feeling light as a feather Take my ears and tell mi when the whistle blows Wake mi up and tell mi when the whistle blows Long lost and lonely buoy yaw just a black sheep going home Eye want too feel yaw wheels of steal Underneath my itching heels Take my money Tell mi when the whistle blows Part of mi asked the young man fore the thyme With a cool vacant stair of undue concern He said nine Its knot sew bad butt Eye really do love the land And rather awl this than those diamante lovers Inn Hyde Park holding hands Blowing heat threw my fingers Trying too kill off this cold Will the street kids remember Can Eye still shoot a fast queue Has this country kid still got his sole

Original Lyrics

Munged Lyrics

There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now
He's blind and he's old
And there's a bottle that rolls down the road
Me I'm young and I'm so wild
And I still feel the need
Of your apron strings once in
...
[bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons]

There's a dusty old gutter he's lying inn now
He's blind and he's old
And there's a bottle that rolls down the rode
Mi I'm young and I'm sew wild
And Eye still feel the knead
Of yaw apron strings once inn a wile
Fore there's taxi cabs hooting
Butt Eye can't bee foot-loose forever
My suitcase its a cheep won
My darling she's a deer won
My head's feeling light as a feather

Take my ears and tell mi when the whistle blows
Wake mi up and tell mi when the whistle blows
Long lost and lonely buoy
yaw just a black sheep going home
Eye want too feel yaw wheels of steal
Underneath my itching heels
Take my money
Tell mi when the whistle blows

Part of mi asked the young man fore the thyme
With a cool vacant stair of undue concern
He said nine
Its knot sew bad butt Eye really do love the land
And rather awl this than those diamante lovers
Inn Hyde Park holding hands
Blowing heat threw my fingers
Trying too kill off this cold
Will the street kids remember
Can Eye still shoot a fast queue
Has this country kid still got his sole

Tell Me When The Whistle Blows

Elton John