'Little House On The Prairie' fails To keep my interest, I don't care about Laura Ingalls Wilder She's not my favorite writer anyways (That's Beverly Cleary!) But that's what's on around eleven o'clock And I'm wishing that I didn't have chicken pox Because then I could do something besides watching this old beat up TV And now I'm stuck in bed, what in blazes? I can't wait until I'm not contagious When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside I'm sick of soap operas in the daytime And always smelling like calamine And the itchin' doesn't ever seem to give me no reprieve (No reprieve at all) Y'know, these chicken pox, they ain't no fun I'm so glad we only get them once If you scratch it, it just gets worse, I wish my body were made out of Nerf (And everything else!) 'Cause now I'm stuck in bed, what in blazes? I can't wait until I'm not contagious When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside Thanks to how pitiful I look My mom keeps buying me coloring books When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside Oh, these chicken pox are just killing me, man Ah, I'm scratching my back against the bedpost- Oh, oh, you brought the calamine lotion? Okay, okay Just put it right there, oh that feels nice Oh, that-that's the stuff that dreams and tears are made of, ah Only relief I ever get comes from A bubble bath and a nice warm tub Mr. Bubble is my best friend, I almost like him better than my Boba Fett (No way!) Because I'm stuck in bed, what in blazes? I can't wait until I'm not contagious When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside Thanks to how pitiful I look My mom keeps buying me coloring books When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside When I get better I'm gonna play with my Star Wars guys outside