Box

He lives in a box down by the ocean

Down off the main road by the hill

Takes what he finds and eats it right there

Makes what he can with what he will

He don't ride the bus

They don't let him drive

There he walks for miles, a day

Cause he ain't got no ride

He lives in a box down by the ocean

Down by the sea side at the hill

Palm trees it ain't the beauty look, good though

Eventhough he looks pretty ill

He lives in a box down by the ocean

Down by the sea side at the hill

Palm trees it ain't the beauty look, good though

Eventhough he looks pretty ill

He lives in a box down by the ocean

Down by the sea side at the hill

Palm trees it ain't the beauty look, good though

Eventhough he looks pretty ill