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.



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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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