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

Is it Saturday yet
´Cause 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
´Cause 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
´Cause I'd still be bad

I'm a product of the nation
And 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

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

Is it Saturday yet
´Cause 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
´Cause it feels like a Saturday
Baby, is it Saturday

Is it Saturday yet
´Cause 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
´Cause it feels like a Saturday
Baby, is it Saturday

I was raised by the television
Jerry Springer is my brother
And my mother's cousin, was it?
The uncle of my sister's