Ticky Tacky Mentality

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
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.

Please take me now, away from here...
away from this life that I no longer fit
or perhaps, that no longer fits me
Whisk me into the unknown,
for I have been in brightness far too long
and I yearn to reach for something that I cannot quite grasp
to be pushed and pulled;
dragged forward into a different world,
of people willing to explore beyond the boundary of "normal"
an alternate existence
please show me the life
that is outside my door.

Music for Little Boxes can be found here

Words and music by Malvina Reynolds