Little boxes on a hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes just the same There’s a pink one, and a green 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 learn their trade Cause they were put in boxes and they came out all the same There're white hats and red hats and they imagine they are businessmen And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same
And they all go to the theater where they drink their pennies need And they all have pretty children and they send them off to school They raise them and love them and send them to university Where they are put in boxes and they all come out the same