| Lyrics: | 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 go 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.
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