text_original: When my elbows he sees Held up by my knees, My arms, like two props, Supporting my chops, And just as I handle 'em Moving all like a pendulum; He trips up my props, And down my chin drops From my head to my heels, Like a clock without wheels; I sink in the spleen, A useless machine.
text_transcription: WHEN MY ELBOWS HE SEES HELD UP BY MY KNEES MY ARMS LIKE TWO PROPS SUPPORTING MY CHOPS AND JUST AS I HANDLE HIM MOVING ALL LIKE A PENDULUM HE TRIPS UP MY PROPS AND DOWN MY CHIN DROPS FROM MY HEAD TO MY HEELS LIKE A CLOCK WITHOUT WHEELS I SINK IN THE SPLEEN A USELESS MACHINE
phonemes: wˌɛn maɪ ˈɛlboʊz hiː sˈiːz hˈɛld ˌʌp baɪ maɪ nˈiːz, maɪ ˈɑːɹmz, lˈaɪk tˈuː pɹˈɑːps, səpˈɔːɹɾɪŋ maɪ tʃˈɑːps, ænd dʒˈʌst æz aɪ hˈændəl ˈɛm mˈuːvɪŋ ˈɔːl lˈaɪk ɐ pˈɛndʒuːləm; hiː tɹˈɪps ˌʌp maɪ pɹˈɑːps, ænd dˌaʊn maɪ tʃˈɪn dɹˈɑːps fɹʌm maɪ hˈɛd tə maɪ hˈiːlz, lˈaɪk ɐ klˈɑːk wɪðˌaʊt wˈiːlz; aɪ sˈɪŋk ɪnðə splˈiːn, ɐ jˈuːsləs məʃˈiːn.