Lyrics:

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 they 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