I'm a product of the nation
My Nintendo's on the floor
On a permanent vacation
Momma's bangin at my door
Na na na
She's screamin at me
But I don't wanna understand
And I go oooooooh
It goes on and on and on
Is it Saturday yet
Cuz I wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet
It just feels like a Saturday
Baby
Is it Saturday yet
I just wanna get up
Is it Saturday yet
Cuz it feels like a Saturday
Baby
Is it Saturday
I was raised by the television
Jerry Springer was my dad
And it wouldn't matter
If Martha Stewart was my mother
And Aaron Carter was my brother
Cuz I'd still be bad
I'm a product of the nation
I'm the last generation
Na na na
They won't stop screamin
And I don't think they understand
And I go oooooooh
It goes on and on and on
Information overload
Comin through my mind
That I can't control
In the back of my head
Are the eyes that I see
That has got to be
A side of me
(repeat)
And I go ohhhhhhhhh
She's screamin at me
But I don't wanna understand
