Little Boxes

One, two, three, let's all sing...

Little boxes on the hillside

Little boxes made of ticky-tacky

Little boxes on the hillside

Little boxes all the same

There's the green one and the big one

And the blue one and the 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 work folding boxes

And they came out all the same

And there's doctors, and there's 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 the children go to school

And the children go to summer camp

And then to the university

When they're all folding 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