Little Boxes made of Ticky-Tacky

This song has been on my "most played" list recently: Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds. It's a really old song though I only heard it probably about three days ago. It's basically a mockery, if I may, about the perfection and idealism of Suburbia and I just find it absolutely hilarious! Do have a listen when you have the chance. Meanwhile, here's now it goes:

Little boxes on the hillside,

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 go to the university,

And they all get put in boxes,

Little boxes, all the same.

And there's doctors and there's 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 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,

And 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

And they all get put in 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

Oh, and ticky-tacky just means flimsy, breakable things...or something to that effect.