Typos, always typos

Little boxes on a hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes just the same
There’s a pink one, and a green 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 all come out the same

It will be alright