Little Boxes Lyrics & Chords By Mark Gunnery

Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same
There's a blue one, and a green one and a plaid one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just the same
Buy the land up and buy the water front, and the condos for the yuppie folk
Keep them in debt forever, paying off their mortgage
Make them quiet, productive workers it's good for the economy
Make them think that there's no life outside their four walls
Buy the houses on the city block, and don't rent them out for years
And when people leave the neighborhoo 'cause it's falling to shit
Excavate them, renovate them, or just tear them down to the ground
And build brand new little boxes for the rich folks to have
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of crappy crap
And they'll fall apart in thirty years, but the money's in the bank
Tear down houses, tear down old stores
Tear down trees for new hardwood floors
Making room for a Starbucks and a Whole Foods nearby
Little boxes, little boxes in the light of a city night
Someone forgot to lock up the construction site
Steal the tools, steal the equipment, monkey-wrench the machinery
Be creative, be effective, don't brag and don't get caught