text_original: They ride in Packards, those swell guys, While I can't half afford a Ford; Choice fillets fill a void for them, We've cheese and prunes the place I board; They've smirking servants hanging round, You'd guess by whom my shoes are shined.
text_transcription: THEY RIDE IN PACKARDS THOSE SWELL GUYS ALL I CAN'T HALF AFFORD AFFORD CHOICE FILLETS FELL AVOID FOR THEM WEAVE CHEESE AND PRUNES THE PLACE I BOARD THEY'VE SMIRKING SERVANTS HANGING ROUND YOU'D GUESS BY WHOM MY SHOES ARE SHINED
phonemes: ðeɪ ɹˈaɪd ɪn pˈækɚdz, ðoʊz swˈɛl ɡˈaɪz, wˌaɪl aɪ kˈænt hˈæf ɐfˈɔːɹd ɐ fˈɔːɹd; tʃˈɔɪs fɪlˈeɪs fˈɪl ɐ vˈɔɪd fɔːɹ ðˌɛm, wiːv tʃˈiːz ænd pɹˈuːnz ðə plˈeɪs aɪ bˈɔːɹd; ðeɪv smˈɜːkɪŋ sˈɜːvənts hˈæŋɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd, juːd ɡˈɛs baɪ hˈuːm maɪ ʃˈuːz ɑːɹ ʃˈaɪnd.