Little Boxes, by Malvina Reynolds (from Weeds)

Little Boxes

 Notes: words and music by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1962 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1990. Malvina and her husband were on their way from where they lived in Berkeley, through San Francisco and down the peninsula to La Honda where she was to sing.  As she drove through Daly City, she said “Bud, take the wheel. I feel a song coming on.”

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky,1

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 the children go to school, 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.

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