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LITTLE BOXES Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky tacky. Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same. There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one, And they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just the same. And the people in the houses all went to the university Where they were put in boxes, little boxes, all the same. And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and there's business executives And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same. And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry And they all have pretty children and the children go to school And the children go to summer camp and then to the university Where they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same. And the boys to into business and marry and raise a family In boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same. There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Malvina Reynolds, who lives in Berkely California, where the hillsides are bulldozed, terraced, and emboxed, has written a song before breakfast almost every day for the last seventeen years, and this is one of her best. Words and music by Malvina Reynolds Copyright 1963 by Schroder Music Co. @political @humor filename[ LITBOX1 TUNE FILE: LITBOX CLICK TO PLAY DC |
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