Since our recent switch to NetFlix, TheBoyfriend™ and I have started watching the Showtime series "Weeds." Now a story about a suburban mom who, quite successfully, starts selling marijuana to pay the bills after her husband drops dead of a heart attack is reasonably entertaining (I've seen better shows, I've seen worse), but the theme song (which apparently was around long before the show though I'd never heard it before) is lyrical perfection, and the music (while somewhat annoying) fits the lyrics exquisitely. It's the musical equivalent to 75% of the studio art I produced in college. You can listen to it here and see the lyrics below the fold.
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.