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 ooooh
It goes on and on and on

{Chorus:}
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 ooooh
It goes on and on and on

{repeat Chorus}

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

And I go ohhhhhhhhh
She´s screamin at me
But I don´t wanna understand