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Little Boxes[/SIZE]
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
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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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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 at a meeting of the Friends Committee on Legislation (not the PTA, as Pete Seeger says in the documentary about Malvina, Love It Like a Fool). As she drove through Daly City, she said Bud, take the wheel. I feel a song coming on.[/SIZE]
http://people.wku.edu/charles.smith/MALVINA/mr094.htm
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Just couldn't help it -- Nothing is wrong with this neighborhood (with the exception of this one weird & twisted family -- less one, now, who's in the county slammer).
I'm sure many of us grew up in such a layout.
I just had to sing that little song.... and show my age!
