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 

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 







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