Out of the huts of history's shame I rise.
I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.
Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?
There are even many huts built entirely of the universal aloe.
I exist as an annexe of the BBC. I'm down the road a bit from the main building, in a little hut.
I come from a hut, from a hut I went to the projects, from the projects I went to a mansion so you out there you have ABSOLUTLY NO EXCUSE!