Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
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 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 [bad word] out the same