Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky.
Little boxes on the hillside,
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,
and they came out all the same.
And there's doctors, and lawyers,
and 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 martinis dry,
and they all have pretty children,
and they all look just the same.
And the children go to summer camp,
and then to the University,
Where they are put in boxes,
and they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business,
and marry and raise a family,
In boxes made of ticky-tacky,
and they all look just 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.
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky.
Little boxes on the hillside,
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,
and they came out all the same.
And there's doctors, and lawyers,
and 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 martinis dry,
and they all have pretty children,
and they all look just the same.
And the children go to summer camp,
and then to the University,
Where they are put in boxes,
and they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business,
and marry and raise a family,
In boxes made of ticky-tacky,
and they all look just 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.
mile1423
USA
October 2009
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TirEoghain
Australia
April 2009
JUN 07, 2010 08:15 PM
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D,
Love that song written in 1962 by Malvina Reynolds of Berkeley, California. I believe she was in her 50's when she wrote it about as example of the conformity she saw all around her. As a good Berkeley Radical of her day, She was no stranger to Weed until the day she died. If you ever drive South of San francisco, on Hwy 1 heading to Santa Cruz and Big Sur you'll drive right through the heart of Daly City where she wrote the song.
T.
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